Leading to the flower shop
Bouquets of color
Line the florist’s shelves
Music fills the air
Unique treasures abound
I’m lost in a wonderland
Filled wifh creativity
Down memory lane
Bouquets of forget-me-knots
Leona J. Atkinson 01-17-14
Lilac! The sight of you is like the visit of an old friend.
Your fragrance brings back fond memories of childhood
days in May when you bloomed in my front yard.
We children would run and play while enjoying the scent
you surrounded us with.
Mother would let us pick bouquets of you to grace our table and
to share with neighbors who were not as fortunate to own a bush such as you.
Lilac, I loved you as a child,
and I still enjoy your purple splendor in my yard
and upon my table in May.
Leona J. Atkinson