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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