Whilst Life's Lilacs Wither Comments

It's time lilacs when wither in hot sun, When butterflies fail to flutter In my ageing, wilting, unkempt garden, Hope finds when no fragrant flower, I see a child in mother's lap Listening to a voice of love, Cherishing aspic nipples' sap, A joy like this never fails to move. - - - - -Infused with fragrant memories of childhood, this is an excellent write.

Hope! ! ! ! Still waiting for the brood! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.