The fragrance of lilacs takes me back
Back to days when Grandmom’s house was filled with their scent each May.
And one of the life’s sweetest rewards were cookies from her apron
A secret shared between us
Or so I thought.
Hiding in her cabinet behind the tea towel door
Sneaking down to the root cellar
Because it was scary
Hanging out in Poppy’s “garage”
Which in truth was only 3 concrete block walls
4 foot high
No roof.
But dinner at Grandmom’s was
Comfort,
It was love
It was family
And the scent of lilacs reminds me each year of how it felt to be loved by her.
Monday, April 26, 2010
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