Memories of Violets

Spring flowers

The first flowers I ever gave my mom
were violets — little (like me), soft, and blue —
toddler fingers pressing stems in her palm.
The first flowers I ever gave my mom
went in the smallest vase. She was so calm,
after the accident, as if she knew.
The first flowers I ever gave my mom
were violets. Little. Like me, soft, and blue.

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6 responses to “Memories of Violets

  1. Oh wow, this tender poem suggests much behind the words.

  2. I agree a very lovely childlike view of love for mother

  3. Mine love yellow roses

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