by Nigel Debonnaire
I love this poem and mentioned it in the poem recommendations.
The view from our two perspectives is crystal clear. At my grandma's house it was a lilac tree.
The exuberance and security of childhood replaced with the longings and doubts that replace them. Beautifully crafted.
Write on!
You're getting five stars from me whether you want them or not. Its amazing how much flavor reality posessed when we were young.