Sifting through fields of Lilac
Fingers brushing fragile petals
Plucking perfect fragrant stems
Delicately placed in a woven frame
Little feet scurry through the rows
Taunting pretend monsters to follow
Laughing at the face of death
Imaginary heroes saved the world
Mother works with steady hands
The scissors glide through thick greens
Snip. Snip. Petals come loose
Wicker fills with shades of lavender
Bright light illuminating the fields
Leaves rustling where they hang
A gentle breeze blows through hair
Carrying small voices screaming and laughing
Soft petals carefully plucked
Green stems are tossed aside
Water simmering on hot stoves
Slowly turning pale violet
White threads, woven together
Carefully dipped in lilac water
Soaking in colors and hung to dry
Colorful additions to a collection of threads
Images dancing through her head
Brought to life with careful hands
Dyed threads interweaving
A story told with every fiber
Inky skies swirling with stars
Looming over violet mountains
Green grass hosting resting children
Sleeping soundly in mothers arms
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