Joanne Cucinello

This is lilac time
lavender purple painting
the park each spring.

That sweet perfume rising
reminds me of my childhood
and your smile.

It was your favorite flower . . .
a Mother´s Day wish

I remember how you buried
your soft face, nuzzling
in those sweet-scented blooms

Your brown eyes ecstatic
as if I´d handed you jewels
amethysts . . .

those simple purple blossoms
a transport to heaven
with just one sniff!