The Lilacs

Sweet fragrant blossoms of spring
I await their blooming with eager anticipation
The lavender petals open slowly
As the May winds caress their leaves
I pick a bouquet for mother and carefully arrange each stem
Capturing their beauty in a small glass vase
But I know the lilacs will wilt and die
For their beauty doesn't last long

Sweet lilacs
I will remember your fragrance
And will paint the walls of my soul
As lavender in your memory

Sweet grandmother - for so many years
Your fragrance has been etched in my memory
The lavender blossoms of your kindness and love
Have painted the walls of my heart
You sit with me
Shining the beauty of your smile
And the grandeur of your wisdom

But I know the lilacs will wilt and die