Stories from my little corner of the world, the South. Some are from the present, some from the past...but all are from my heart.

They reflect my thoughts and views, my musing about the world, and each carries with it a bit of my heart
and soul.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Lilies

Easter Lilies
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My belly pressing damp earth

I fidget and angle my camera,

snapping several shots

as around me, Easter lilies tower.




Their slight, sweet fragrance carries me

to another decade...the sixties

where I, as a young tomboy,

with only male cousins, played here.

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I smile at a memory of me

Tackled, prone on my back

playing football, pigskin clutched fiercely.

I fought to prove I was just as tough
.



We played here in this field

beside my childhood home,

clumsy feet trampling the fragile lilies

as I fretted silently about hurting them.


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I stopped, plucking a few to save

and plopped them in a makeshift vase,

someone’s abandoned tea glass.

Then, raced back to the game.


My center position called me,

yet each time I glanced their way

the Easter lilies cheered for me

from the back porch railing.


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I was their savior, their hero

rescuing them from certain death.

They were my salvation~

a girlish link to things dainty and beautiful.


I return here to capture them now,

descendants of those delicate lilies

arising each year in Spring’s wakening

to remind me of the little girl I was.

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Me and a couple of my cousins, Joey & Rusty, Easter 1965. We were just back from church and anxious to change clothes to go egg hunting and then play football ;-)

Rose S. Williams
©Southernstoryteller-2007


The resurrection (or as we call them) Easter lilies bloom at Council every year, so I wrote this memory poem from when I was a little girl :)