… as we surely should
Such BRAVE folks:
We thank
them!
Tough service
merits praise!!
Their selfless
acts
Of fearlessness,
Ensured
more
Carefree
days…
We honor
those
Who
fought for us,
With
picnics and
Parades…
Patriotic
songs
Are sung
And festive
wreaths
Are laid…
Yet,
Memorial events
In the “mitten
state”
Are often
marred
By rain…
To
venture south;
States, “north”
Are too
insane!!
Poem written by L.P.-G./ May 2026
[and COLD it was!]
I ached
for their fragrance
In May’s
misty spray;
Yet, hope
of a sighting
Soon withered
to gray…
Not leaf,
nor pale petal,
Would
grace the damp day
As dawn
flickered lightly
And waxed
my dismay…
This
sparked a recounting
Of
Spring’s passion play;
But
prized, purple beauties
Remained ‘tucked
away’…
To
endlessly seek them
Today,
seemed in vain;
These
lavender treasures
Evade the chilled plains…
**********
I cherish
an old tale
That
still lines my brain:
Dear lilacs!
Sweet
lilacs!
Please dance in the rain!!!
Poem
written by L.P.G. / c. 2026
In honor of my late father’s birthday
[He would have turned 97 on May 1st]
As a small child, my late paternal grandmother often recounted [to me] the story of my father’s birth in New York on a day that she remarked “the lilacs danced and kissed the rain”. That said, a cold May surely has a way of delaying their beautiful, lavender-purple blossoms.
