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Lilac
© by Bob Macchia

The lilac tree has a fragrance,
Distinct and it's very own.
Every time I smell that fragrance,
I think how my family has grown.

Planted in the middle of the yard,
Our very first home had lilac trees.
That sweet fragrance was always
part of a warm summer breeze.

We left the back windows open
To watch our children play,
We watched them grow,
and their youth go away.

The lilac trees grew bigger every year,
And of course our children did too.
We nurtured them as they grew up,
Now where is that sweet fragrance of youth.

They have grown from children into adults,
and the days, months, and years that you held so dear,
As those lilac trees remind us in the winter,
Their fragrance as well as youth can quickly disappear
 

By: BobEmaKK@aol.com
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