
I visited Laura's blog 52 Flea and was reading her wonderful post on the Royal Wedding *here* and it reminded me of a poem about violets that I found written in the back of my mother's recipe book and thought I would share it. My mother passed away in 1976 and to see this written in her handwriting brings back memories of a very happy childhood. I hope you enjoy this sweet little poem as much as I do.
A little shy blue violet
Who never cared to roam
Between a nettle and a dock
She made her tiny home
She thought I'm safely hidden
By curtain green and cool
The children will not see me
When going by to school
But the wind who keeps no secret
Waft her scent about
And one child cried I smell violets
And so they found her out
Thanks for visiting
Take care






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