When I was young the lilacs bloomed.

It was so long ago a lifetime it seems.
I had no idea I was happy back then.
In the cool spring morning 

the light is lilac drenched

the old trellis hanging

In its fragrant abundance.
Reaching for the coffee pot
We sit on the porch for a moment
of marital tranquility.
Our children
Still sleeping the youngest as new
as the springtime.
I looked at you then, I remember
not as my wife or mother
of our children but as the woman
I could never get enough of when
We first met.
The fragrant breeze tousles your long hair
I think how sweet it would feel
Against my bare chest in our bed.
If only I could capture the purple
fragrance of the lilacs
and trap it in jar together
with this feeling of love I had for you.
To open again and again
through the years.
If you were to ask me now
Were you happy back then my love?
There in the mystical glow
of a lilac carpet
in a distant spring morning
I would have said
Yes my love
Very Happy
So Very Happy.