Remembrance of Lilac Days
Ken Allan Dronsfield
March of the Lion, roar with desire
winter exhaling, Spring takes a breath
Lilac aroma will waft through my home,
a Crystal Vase placed sweetly there.
Itīs been so long since Momīs passing
many good times penned in my journal
Dad lingered on for barely three years
then laid down beside her for life eternal.
I now reminisce about the Chevy wagon,
us kids piling in off to the swimming hole.
weekly journeys taken, memory is clear
Remembrances surviving special days.
Another serenade begins this June
Iīll arrange my prize in that special way.
whites and purples with a reddish festoon.
more Lilac Days in the Crystal Vase.
