WHERE WAS I WHEN THE LILACS BLOOMED
Where was I when the lilacs bloomed-
When their perfume filled the air,
When clusters of purple adorned the tree,
Beside an empty chair.
Where was I when the daisies danced-
To the rhythm of the breeze,
They stood amid summer’s field,
Near my lilac tree.
Where was I when the Autumn hues-
Embellished my lilac tree,
When leaves drifted to earth-
In spite of my senseless plea.
Where was I when the daisies withered-
Beneath the whitened green,
When crystal bejeweled my lilac tree,
Rainbows could be seen.
I am where no daisies dance-
No lilacs come to bloom,
No brilliant hues carpet the earth,
Only days of sobering gloom.
But, in daydreams and night dreams-
I am there to see,
Daisy filled summer fields
And my lovely lilac tree.
— Elizabeth Fecteau-Woodward (1992)
*Lilacs drawn by me-