Photo by Simply Heather
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The violets have returned again. It gets harder and harder to remember your face as time separates us.
Your mom and I planted the violets the day you were born. The day you left was the saddest day of my life...and not knowing even if you are still with us haunts me to this day. Running away was your solution and our punishment...we have served our sentence after these 15 years. You would be 31 years old now...please come home if you are still alive...
We miss you so much.
Love,
Mom and Dad
Dan Felstead
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Pansies
Tiny cat-faces,
Glancing shyly up,
Decked out in purple and yellow,
They almost mew.
The violets have returned again. It gets harder and harder to remember your face as time separates us.
Your mom and I planted the violets the day you were born. The day you left was the saddest day of my life...and not knowing even if you are still with us haunts me to this day. Running away was your solution and our punishment...we have served our sentence after these 15 years. You would be 31 years old now...please come home if you are still alive...
We miss you so much.
Love,
Mom and Dad
Hi!
I've put my little morsel on my blog. You can find it here: http://strattonm.wordpress.com/2009/06/30/violets-a-photo-prompt/
Thanks,
mark
She stoops
And gathers the petals
Like the thoughts she has scooped
Tenderly from the dewdrops of her
Sweetest recollection.
'Today I shall wander through the
Meadow, and feel the vibrance of
Grass beneath my bare skinned feet', she allows herself to think,
Idly sashaying over Nature's ballroom,
Waltzing with abandon through admirers of many hues.
Poppies sway majestically, welcoming the debutante,
The thorny rose puts reticence aside,
Greeting her presence with the crimson of desire,
While ancient verdigris oaks seem almost to bow,
Offering humility despite their
Rootedness
In the permanence of time.
And so, she gathers the violets,
Precious amethysts of the field,
Holds them close to her fragrant
Beating heart, and begins her
Exploration of earth's delicious
Jewel bedecked treasure trove,
Bounty for a season,
Blessing from the dawn's break,
Refuge to the senses till the setting of the midnight sun,
And breathes in deep the life-affirming Air,
Scented to Perfection
With the essence of Love.
Hi Dan,
Flowers and remembrance. A powerful and moving combination.
You pulled at my heart strings!
Sacha
Wild violets:
stubborn perennial weed
or thing of beauty?
Violets pop through the green
defining space like fireworks.
Kneel closer with desire to view
what violets can bring to moments.
Older legs walk by as widow
stops to breathe in violets.
Hands clasped of newly engaged
as they smile at violet loveliness.
Skipping mary jane's hop up
delighted to celebrate violets.
purple
yellow
white
green
only these could be the jewels for the queen
WOHO, Dan - very nice, well sad but nice :)
Sacha and Heather...
Thank you. Those times when I hear a story like this on the news...my heart goes out to the parents left behind not knowing the fate of their child...I don't know how they can continue day to day with this hole in their hearts...
Dan
Disgruntled Annuals
"What's this nonsense 'bout violets being blue?"
"We're every color of the rainbow! Don't they know that? We're much more interesting than those roses who get first billing in that God-awful poem."
"Even the violas and pansies despise that poem!"
"And don't get us started on African violets, we're not related!"
Pleasant faces smile brightly
Between the purple petals
Their warm glow from deep within
Makes me settle into the green
And quietly listen to their charming whispers
They seem to burst with a gentle happiness
And that happiness is contagious
As the rock gently in the breeze
I feel like dancing with them
typo correction in last two lines:
As they rock gently in the breeze
I feel like dancing with them
sorry
Dan :)
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