Years ago,
you planted a wild lilac bush
in front of
my window.
You
probably hadn’t planned it though.
You simply
brought home a bouquet
of bright,
blazing purple flowers for mum.
Then the
wind carried their seeds
down to my
garden
and
brightened my view
for every
May to follow.
Its fiery
fuchsia
mixed with
lush green leaves
never
ceases to remind me of the coming of summer.
The
tantalizing scent
fills my
nostrils
and plants
a smile on my lips
as I
remember your unexpected, annual spring bouquets
and your
joyous smiles when you brought them in.
Years ago,
you planted
a wild lilac bush
just
outside my window.
Now that
you’re gone
every wild
lilac bush I see
still
reminds me of your well-worn wrinkles
and never-ending,
gentle smiles
for every
May to follow.