A name
That conjures innocent beauty to me
A flower
The shape of a tiny bell
A scent
That is reminiscent of memories
Deep as an ancient garden well
She signifies all
That is precious to me
As she wears
A diminutive white dress
Lightly jagged along the outer edge
Slim green sleeves
Against her tender stem do press
Lily is an old-fashioned favourite
Of English gardens
Where she nestles in corners
And shade
Unobtrusively
Gathering warmth
From sunlight as it bathes her in waves
I've leaned over her
As she dozed in her bed
Head bowed
In most delicate way
I've hugged her
In a nosegay
Little white heads nodding in full display
A perfumed bottle
She sits on my dresser
Willing me to take a sniff
Of her fragrant bouquet
And all the while
This darling little gem
Is my favourite, and will always stay