Lavender

Life can be hectic with five kids in school
The schedule’s intense and the hours are cruel
Every so often she runs out of fuel
And disappears into her garden

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She likes lavender blossoms
Picked fresh from the plants
The fragrance reminds her of summers in France
She’d fly there in a minute given half the chance
But it’s almost time for soccer

She watched long ago from her seat in the stands
Shining out like a model among thousands of fans
While the drivers roared by all day long at Lemans
Where she knew the official announcer

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Years of loving her family day after day
The glamour of youth slowly fading away
Refusing to see she’s more lovely today
Than that questioning girl in those photos

She likes lavender blossoms
Picked fresh from the plants
The fragrance reminds her of summers in France
She’d fly there in a minute given half the chance
But now she’s late for soccer

She likes lavender blossoms
Picked fresh from the plants
The scent takes her back to the south part of France
She’d fly there in a minute given half the chance
Hey Mom! We’re late for soccer!