I know it’s far too early to look for violets in our
garden but I have a violet perfume which stands in
for them just now. When I was a child, the woods
where we played were full of violets and their scent.
My mother liked flowers you could pick or grow but
the violet was one of her favourites.
APRIL VIOLETS
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
Poems by Gwen Grant 