Tuesday, May 20, 2014

May 20: Violets

When I was a child, my grandmother, whom I called Nana Ruth or Nan, would send me out in spring to pick a bouquet of white violets from the lawn. That was my thing. A fistful fit perfectly in a special little vase she had.
I can't mow the lawn--
the masses of white violets
remind me of Nan.

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