Lilac Time

lilac time

 

This is a poem by my mother, Marion Appenzeller.  As most of you may know, she passed away in January of 2016.  With May here, this is one of my favorite poems by her.

Lilac Time

It’s May

and the lilacs are in bloom.

 

Their fragrance

blows through my window

like a sacred essence

evoking memories of you.

 

I remember the park

where we walked

while sunlight dripped in our eyes

with the tang of lemonade.

 

We talked casual details;

weather, jobs, hobbies

and the need to belong.

 

Soon love shadowed our path

emulating the shade

where branches entwined

like the arms of ancient lovers.

 

Time elapsed into months

and sadly,

the “essence of us”

distilled into memory.

 

Yet, each season

when spring opens

her parasol of lilacs

 

over the lawn,

I think of you

blinking in tune with the breeze

and a song –

of what might have been.

6 comments

  1. This is so very beautiful Wendy… what a treasure. I can only imagine how much you must miss your mother. Both my parents used to write, most of their work lost now, but I am on mission to find and salvage whatever I can.

    Regards,

    Maryse

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  2. G’day Wendy. When I was younger my Dad would on pay days buy a Snack chocolate to share it with my mum and my sister and you always knew he was coming as he would give this melodious little whistle and we would run out to meet him. I carried that whistle on to share with my children and my grandchildren. I wrote a song called “That Whistle so Mellow and Bright”. Great to have something to bring back memories of loved ones.

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  3. That Whistle so Mellow and Bright.

    When you’ve ventured on back along memory lane
    I am certain that once in a while
    you have happened by chance to recall an old trait
    of your dad that brought back a sweet smile.

    Of the mem’ries I have there is one that stands out
    and it happened on payday each week.
    He would bring home a treat and we knew he was near
    ‘cause that whistle was truly unique.

    Chorus

    Do you treasure a quality that you recall
    and you carry it on with delight.
    Do you share it with those that you love most of all;
    like that whistle so mellow and bright.

    There were times in my life when my children were young
    that I too used that whistle to say,
    that their dad was nearby and it reassured them
    I was present and not far away.

    When my young grandson calls on the phone now and then
    I will whistle and wait his reply.
    and it warms the old heart when you hear him call out
    it’s Pop and a tears fill my eye.

    Chorus

    Do you treasure a quality that you recall
    and you carry it on with delight.
    Do you share it with those that you love most of all;
    like that whistle so mellow and bright.

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  4. “when spring opens

    her parasol of lilacs”

    Wendy,

    You honor us by putting your Mother’s work here at The Pub.
    Please know that it means the world to me.

    The quoted lines now reside in Bon Mots.

    This poem makes me see your mother as a young woman.
    It shows she had a beautiful way with words.

    I’m thinking she is very pleased that you have shared her poem
    as our thoughts turn to Mothers Day.

    Many thanks,

    Sarah

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  5. Hi Maryse

    So glad you enjoyed this poem by my mom!! She was a remarkable woman and writer, though she never gave herself enough credit. I have several of her poems stored on my hard drive and cherish them so much. Thank you for sharing your thoughts; and I hope you do salvage your own mum’s writing and preserve her words. It is such a cherished thing to have and protect.

    Hi Merv,

    Loved your philosophy in this ballad about your Dad and those precious things we hold dear, memories, gestures, objects whatever links us to those we love. The song’s chorus asks the perfect questions and something that we should all take part in, preserving and cherishing what spiritual and emotional gifts we’re given to us by parents, friends, etc. t

    Do you treasure a quality that you recall
    and you carry it on with delight.
    Do you share it with those that you love most of all;
    like that whistle so mellow and bright.

    Thank you so much for sharing this and for also taking the time to read my poem. I deeply appreciate both!
    A lovely balladic poem that speaks so much truth!

    Hi Sarah

    Your beautiful view and respect for my mom’s work and character are so deeply appreciated!! Thank you many times over for placing her words in “Bon Mots”. I know she is smiling and appreciating your thoughtfulness and appreciation of her poetry as much as I am. She is with me everyday in spirit and in her words. She always encouraged me to read voraciously and to write. Her presence in my life was a blessed gift and I love her very much. Again, many thanks!

    Take care everyone and thank you!
    My Best
    Wendy

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