Lilies of the Valley

StarflowersA sensation of relief wrapped him

Like a comforting blanket,

When he found remnants of the Lilies of the Valley,

Still growing wild by the house. 

The man discovered the hidden, inner child.

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I wrote this response to Trifextra Challenge.  Upon reading the beautifully written words,  I chose to call upon a treasured childhood memory of my Father.  We had a wild patch of Lilies of the Valley growing on the side of the house, and in a location that I could view from my bedroom window.  More importantly though, I recall the many times my Father would share with me, his delight in the resurgence each year of the incredibly beautiful and indescribably fragrant tiny blossoms.  I never fail to think of him when I inhale that scent.   Hence, my offering this week.

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The Challenge:  This weekend we are playing another type of word game with you.  Below are photos from the 33rd page of one of our very favorite books, Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge.  What we want you to do is to scour the page (click to enlarge), choose 33 words, and reshape those words into a piece of your own.  Your piece does not have to tell an entire story.  We just want to see what you can do with this particular word bank.  Punctuation is up to you.  Use whatever you need, whether or not it appears in the photos.

13 thoughts on “Lilies of the Valley

  1. eileen ilaria

    i remember it so well as you do, under our bedroom window. oh those beautiful lillies of the valley, yet so short lived, as a spring lilac. i now have my ouw lillies od the valley, love them so , not so much for the flower but for the forever childhood memory also. we are so the same eileen

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      1. BCIJo (aka Joanne Edith)

        And now we both have the blessing and responsibility to tell your five grandaughters and my five grandsons, who we are and share our family history in a meaningful way, Someday, hopefully, they will share these stories and anecdotes with their children. Love you,

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    1. BCIJo (aka Joanne Edith)

      Yes and for my Mom, it is the Gardenia, also super fragrant. When I pass by a gardenia in bloom it feels like Mom is saying “hi”. When they were courting, Dad would bring a single gardenia for Mom. I am thankful they shared these little stories with us… They become an important part of the fabric of our lives.

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