Where Lilacs Bloomed
Where lilacs bloomed, I spied a brown-haired child.
She, riveted by what was in her book,
did not see me! She wore a wistful look.
I guessed her to be somewhat shy and mild.
The girl at last looked up and showed surprise
to see me standing there to study her.
What happened after that is now a blur,
but I recall she had my same light eyes.
Where lilacs bloomed, I’d sat against that tree
while reading. Was I then inside a dream?
A woman startled me. Why does it seem
the woman who appeared that day was me?
Sept. 15, 2018
for Dear Heart's Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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