Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago

The Fragrance Remains

Childhood once was scented blooms;
In sunlit garden rooms.
Scarlet and violet and orange and green;
Creamy yellows were often seen.
Gingerbread houses, fairies, elves;
Fairytales awoke my many selves.
Tender youth, that blushing rose!
Like the morning, glows;
And I, wildest flower of all,
Had tea parties in the hall!
I was typical, all-American, rare;
Heavy perfume in air.
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