If I could have the gift of time, I'd pick a fresh bouquet;
And, over breakfast tea and toast, what loving words I'd say!
That lazy summer day had been a bummer from the start;
An argument had lead astray the passions of my heart.
My lifelong dreams have met their end; the crash came suddenly,
And, now, the touch of death's cold arms have spun their tragedy.
My children, as you face my grave, just know that love goes on;
Please kiss your mom and hug her tight until her days are gone.
Her fragrance fills my memories when lilacs come in bloom;
What precious thoughts I carry deep within soul's hidden room.
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Submission Name: When Lilacs Come in Bloom
