In the early morning sun, the
Scent of the lilacs wafts into my
Bedroom. I rearrange my whole
Space to move the bed closer,
Envelop myself in the comfort
Of the smell I have always
Associated with my mother.
In the shifting light of sunrise,
The lilacs caress me, comfort me,
Remind me that the best things
In life are temporary.
They’ll be gone in two weeks, but
This memory will get me through
The year until they return.
And so life will go, when I
Must grasp the painful parting
With my mother, when the
Pain and fear of life without her
Overwhelms me, I will be
Reminded that it is only
Temporary, and memory can
Pull me through until we
Return to one another.
I love the sentiment here and the repetition of ‘temporary’ as everything is in our lives. And Smells hold such strong memories for us: perfect way of remembering those loving caresses to comfort you.
Thank you so much! Yes, smell is so powerful, almost all of my strongest memories have that connection in common. Thank you for reading!
I really enjoyed connecting lilacs with your mother in this poem. The way that knowing they are temporary reminds you that pain is also temporary.
Thank you so much!! Lilacs are her favorite flower so it just was a natural connotation.