Smiling through the frame is an endearing and charming beauty, just like those fresh fragrant lilacs which always spread delight and joy.
Smiling through the frame are clear and twinkling eyes, just like those tiny semi-open blossoms that will soon open and reveal their full glory to the world.
Smiling through the frame is a loving and delicate face, just like that unadorned, freshly painted surface against which everything and anything looks more beautiful.
Smiling through the frame is an experienced and wise personality, just like the fragrance of the lilacs that fills up the whole space around it and yet remains invisible.
Smiling through the frame is she; gone today six months ago, but very much visible because her fragrance fills me up the mom-ent I think of her.
Lilacs are given the spiritual significance "Distinction: Of a refined beauty, sufficient to itself."
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda, written for Mother's Day special prompt, a five-sentence piece with the word Mom in the text).