Lavender, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lavender

Lavender

This path that I walk is extremely short
But ample for my memories to sort
Today there is no need to hurry through
So I linger with many thoughts of you

Stopping and stooping at the lavender
There is no herb which can match its splendor
Its regal color and comforting scent
The many memories they represent

A little girl running filled with laughter
Who’ll remain in my heart ever after
Never in these years did a day go by
That you do not bring a tear to my eye

No thought of you would I ever rebuff
For the time spent would never be enough
As every moment would make my heart stir
No greater love than mother for daughter

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