My Mother's Lilacs
Out in the garden she loved to go,
in early springtime many years ago.
Her mother's favorites dripping with dew
lightly scented drops of water flew
as we picked the branches two by two,
in the early morning hours,
just me and you.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
Copyright © Ruth Van Alstine | Year Posted 2019
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