Monday, June 1, 2015

First Word: Mary Judith Ress: Lilac

Roses are red,
Violets are blue—or in this case, lilac,
Sugar is sweet
And I love you.

What does love smell like?
A subtle whiff of lilac on a cheek or a hand
Bread baking
Brownies right out of the oven.

Every year my lilac bush blooms in early Spring—
My sign that another year has passed.
Time again to review Love´s smells.

The old love for Grandpa,
these days smelling more and more
like his compost heap.

Mother love for sons-turned-fathers.
They smell of sweat hard-earned,
And of baby food on shirt sleeves.

Then this new love of grannyhood.
Long forgotten scents of a ripe diaper
And a gooey lollypop kiss.

Love, like lilacs, blooms to fullness,
Then mulches into something else

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