Lilacs
A grasp to hold a clump of Lilac
tender to the touch.
It's lavender and soft perfume
to make you feel the clutch.
A strict bouquet of wooden stems
to hold within your hand.
The thought of mother holding them
and feeling all the grand.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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