When Lilacs Come in Bloom

This poem speaks from the standpoint of a man who has died in a tragic accident after arguing with his wife. His children are weeping over his grave as he speaks to them about his love for their mother.

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.

Reviews

[Pink Poison]

This is fabulous! It gave me goosebumps. You did a great job of writing from someone else's point of view and your rhyme scheme is impeccable...not a syllable out of place. Great poem!

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I like this a lot...and thought that perhaps "the" should be before "soul's" in the last stanza. It sounds better to me that way. Other than that I really like it. It reminds me of old poetry...back when people still wrote good, emotional things that weren't so hackneyed.

[Deborah Shepard]

Lovely again Congratulations on the mothers day poem ..you are beautiful poetess

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

This poem is very sweet, touchingly sad. Thank you for sharing. Debileah