he was alone at seven years of age
It was the turning of the first page
of her life as she marched into battle without a clan."
Even though Mon was at hand
.it was a time of the best to come,
when the worst was expected

Inside the orphanage it was a twenty minute
Wait for a one Sister Elizabeth.
She approached the sliding doors, opening them to catch first glimpse of this Sister Elizabeth

The sister's approach was as a symphony
Written for the tears of frightened children,
Her steps bouncy like a rubber ball bouncing
In a schoolyard where only laughter could be heard.
And rosary beads rustled in a thousand yards of cloth,
Stiff underskirts swishing with each step,
Joining in the rhythm leading to the crescendo,
Her appearance

Bobbie thought she might have glimpsed
A quick glance at her "Clan"
She was a chunky little nun, with a smile,
That said she had spent much tim around Bobbie's lilacs.

When Bobbie entered the orphanage she walked a small path,
taking her past two trees filled with white and purple Lilacs.
She got a whiff That had immediately set a smile on her face
She caught their scent before she stepped foot on their path.



It was a glorious scent and distributed all kinds of happiness.
As did The presents of Sister Elizabeth.
she knew about the Lilacs all right. This woman was
Right where she wanted to be.