Lilies of the Valley
Was the scent my grandmother wore.
Her warm hugging arms filled me with
Boundless approval.
The tiny white bells
Remind me of a baby bonnet
And wrappings my children wore
Coming home.
Each spring
The lilies bring back moments
When I was heart-full, cherished and
At peace.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
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Yeah! My photo and poem look wonderful here. Thanks!
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I love this, it’s so wonderful. I wear that scent because my grandmother wore it as well.
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