I’ve been thinking about my mother a lot lately, which
led me to this poem.


My mother wore violets,
A tiny twist of purple
Caught up in a small brooch
Of Whitby Jet pinned to her jumper.

Later, she would wear them in her hair.

        ©2021 Gwen Grant

3 thoughts on “APRIL VIOLETS

  1. The only violets I know are wild and they all grow in musky areas full of dark damp earth. We have a bed of
    them in our garden around the base of a tree with a mass of periwinkle . Good luck with growing them in
    memory of your Aunt.


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