Lilac Candy Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

thinking of that lilac candy I don't know why I want to cry
and the sparkling sugariness inside.
there were others at Easter Time:
the lime green, orange, lemon tasting as they should.

I think if I only could find the lilac one, though,
I might be back in the living room with the tea rose divan
the silk embroidered one and the off rose curtains

down to the floor hiding the picture window
this twilight time of day.
what is it that makes me weep for Easter candy

as though it were a talisman I had lost? I think in Heaven
I will have baskets full of it,
the off rose curtains flaring in the diamond wind

mary angela douglas 29 december 2014