Where Lilacs Bloom

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WHERE LILACS BLOOM (to the tune of Sweet Hour of Prayer)

Long time ago when I was born
My daddy rose one early morn
And planted by my nursery
A lilac bush to welcome me

Summer friends played hide and seek
Around the bush and by the creek
Springtime followed winter’s freeze
With fragrance carried on the breeze

The rifle fired and Daddy died
I learned the truth of how he lied
Mama wept beside his grave
But ten years passed ’til I forgave

A gypsy in a caravan
Foretold that I would meet a man
And travel places far and near
But like the bush, my roots are here

I married young, a local boy
Who promised he would bring me joy
The lilacs made a sweet bouquet
To carry on my wedding day

We planted lilacs, roses too
Our garden and our family grew
All too soon, the colors fade
It’s twilight and the world has grayed

The seasons pass, still I remain
And gazing through my window pane
I look upon an empty space
A lovely lilac once did grace

When pain and sorrow take their toll
Good friends and laughter soothe my soul
No fame or glory did I need
The Golden Rule my only creed

I drift into a peaceful sleep
My memories are mine to keep
The time has come to leave this womb
And find a place where lilacs bloom

Copyright  2010 Jilaine Tarisa

(revised 2017)