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Violets in Clay Pots

My mom grew pink and purple violets
In clay pots on our windowsill.
Lovely, lacy single and double blossoms
With velvety leaves of forest green.
Graceful fingers pinched back dead flowers
With such practiced skill.
Coaxed the delicate plants to yield
The most beautiful blooms I‘d ever seen.
Daily she talked and sang to her violets
Touched and stroked them. Motherly.
That I could have been one of her violets
So she could have sung to me.

~ From Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes by C L Gillmore

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