I heard a little knock,
Coming from my door,
I opened it to see,
A child that I adore.

My daughter was standing,
Holding a basket filled with,
Fresh lavender Violets,
A cherished labor of love.

My eyes became misty,
Heart pounded in my chest,
My beautiful little girl,
Her pleasure not repressed.

Proudly she handed them to me,
A smile spreading across her face,
I could not say a word, just smiled,
Wrapping her in a big embrace.

Looking above her head I saw,
In the flower bed a bare space,
Missing was the pretty Violets,
That caused the smile upon her face.

It mattered not that they were gone,
From the spot from which they grew,
Diligently she worked for the best,
Each petal sparkled with morning dew.

I love the lavender Violets,
We repotted and placed in the room,
I'll never forget the loving smile,
Whenever I see a Violet's bloom.

Gayle Davisİ
16 April 2009
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