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Aug 2023
Mom,

The lilacs are blooming now.
I remember how you loved them,
How the Avon lady sold you lilac spray
To make your lavender bedroom come alive,
The sweet scent of May in January.

I breathe these lilacs in, and you appear, Verna May.
Springtime is alive again with you.

2023
Don Bouchard
Written by
Don Bouchard  64/M/Minnesota
(64/M/Minnesota)   
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