lilacs

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every time I dream of my mother
I dream the delicious scent of lilacs

there it is, without fail, intoxicating
but I never hear her voice. I feel her

touch I see the lamplight in her thick
hair and I swim in an ocean of lilac

air but I never hear her voice. I know
the sound of her breathing her heartbeat

and every time I dream of my mother
I dream the soft honesty of her love

it is there, without fail, reassuring
in its truth but I never hear her voice

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