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Grandma's
Lilacs
Grandma's
yard was full of flowers
Never were there weeds
Sweetly smelling velvet petals
She planted all from seeds.
Roses,
daisies, daffodils,
I caught my breath each time
I walked into this little garden
It's beauty was sublime.
Grandma
loved her lilacs best
She held her breath each year
Hoping that the weather held
A late freeze she would fear.
The
magic morning would arrive
When fragrance filled the room
And I would know before I looked
Grandma's lilacs were in bloom.
~
Charlotte Anselmo ~
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