In memory of my mom Janice (1942-2019)
My mom’s favorite flower And when I catch the wafting shower And imbibe the smell of them My thoughts of Mom start up again While she rests under a lilac bush She has visions of a Monet And her thoughts and the moths Inhabit the lilac in a romantic foray It’s more of an adorning (as with a crown) This purple fountain of pageantry I’m putting them on a pedestal But please don’t think any less of me She loves them so, this is how lilac’s trundle Outside a trellis, inside, in water, in bundle But as soon as these beauties had renown They die slowly and turn to brown But it’s the memories That keep me coming back I will think of my Mom often Every time I smell a lilac
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.