Lavender and Cigarettes
She's lavender and cigarettes,
With passion's marks upon her neck—
A lover's touch, a mother's love,
With blue-green eyes and tender tongue
She's laughter and she's soothing song,
With smiling warmth and welcome arms,
Effacing fear and sorrow's stain,
With calming walks within the rain
She's past and present memory,
My oldest ache and newest joy,
With hands that heal the damage done,
Rebuilding what had been destroyed.
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