My Lilacs

I love my lilacs. A sign of life that blooms A tear to my eye, oh their fragrance Cone-shaped petals of lavender and white They forever grow in my heart I pick and pick at them until they grow so high I can’t make contact. They stop growing I can’t reach or Arrange them into beautiful bouquets or Enjoy their sweet scent Oh, but I love my lilacs I now enjoy them from afar. I can no longer display them. If you stand real still and close your eyes you can catch their perfume When the wind blows north Their beauty barely within reach I will always love them. I have learned With proper pruning My lilacs would still be in reach Their beauty for all to see Their fragrance for all to enjoy Their magnificence filling my world Dandelions don’t tell no lies. Lilacs do.