A lilac bush sits blooming
On this new hallowed ground
I’ve now called our home
For just one hurried year.
A lilac bush sits growing
Amidst ever changing days,
Transitions in circadian rhythms,
Freezes and thaws around its buds
And unexpected family to welcome home.
But that lilac bush guides my mind
To what shelters in a scented memory:
Of what a child once picked and held,
As she inhaled the freshly clipped blooms
And hid from the world within its hold.
That lilac bush lays me down
In the beauty of human nature
Only understood through time’s march
Forward through both the warm and cold,
The constant growth in both the young and old.
That lilac bush opens my mind
To how a memory can be transplanted
Across physical and mental space
Where it is allowed to more freely grow
And produce stronger seeds of hope.
–Written by Sandy Heights
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