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Dedicated to 'Violet Maureen Wright,'
my sister.



~ ~ Violet`s Violets ~ ~



Her birthday was in springtime when the world began rebirth, She loved to plant her flowers as she toiled with mother earth.

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The violets were her favorite, and they were all around, But they would bloom all by themselves, she only tilled that ground.

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The purple were her favorites, she said "they never quit," Her mother loved them also, that's why she`s Violet.

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She loved those little flowers, in the yard and in the house, She even had some clothes she made, with violets on her blouse.

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For forty years we went through life as happy as could be, I never thought the day would come that she`d not be with me.

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But she took ill at Christmas time, and had a lengthy stay, At the hospital in our town, and I went there everyday.

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I always took her violets, and it always made her smile, And they would only let me stay with her a little while.

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The doctors told me, "we are sorry but she is fading fast, at this rate it won´t be long, each day could be her last."

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She passed away late January, and was laid to rest, I laid some violets on her grave, inside a snowy nest.

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Then I went home, not knowing how on earth I could go on. I never thought there´d be a time, that I would be alone.

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She had said before she died, that she would wait for me. And "we`d be together once again, just you wait and see."

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´Take care of my violets dear,´ she whispered in my ear, ´And when you see my violets just remember I am near."

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"My body is just flesh and blood but my spirit will survive, And when you see my violets bloom, I will be at your side."

"And when you smell the fragrance of violets at their peak, Remember this is temporary, till we again we meet."

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For weeks I thought about those words, that she had said to me, I knew I would see her again, but how long would it be?

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I saw the flower bed so bare, with not a growing thing. I knew the violets would come up, but that would be in spring.

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I knew that when they first came up, my heart would break in two, Because the violets that she loved would surely miss her too.

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But that would be some months away, before they start to bloom, And I had taken all the flowers here up to her in her room.

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I wanted so to smell the fragrance, and see them all alive, Because I knew it would be then I´d feel her by my side.

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I had not been to see her grave, since they had laid her there, But now I felt I must go, I need to go somewhere.

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Tomorrow would be Valentine's Day, and I could never miss, Telling my wife how much I loved her, and sealing it with a kiss.

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Forty years of Valentines, I never missed a one. This one would be a painful; my Valentine is gone.

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February can be cruel, with winds and snow and ice, But this year had been mild for us, it's warmth was kind of nice.

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I reached the cemetery, and as I walked to her stone, I had the strangest feeling, that I was not there alone.

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As I got close, I felt a warmth just radiate my side, And as I looked, I just went numb, and just stood there and cried.

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Violets blooming all around the grave in front of me, But it is way to early for them, how can this thing be?

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The weather was so warm this year, I guess that's what they'll say, And the ground was cultivated just the other day.

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Sometimes when weather is so mild, the plant life has some doubt, They think that it is springtime, and they start to grow and sprout.

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They told me that, just as I thought, and I just smiled at them, They could not convince me, this was just a weather whim.

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The weather did not warm my side, and fill my heart with peace, The weather did not touch my soul, and give my pain release.

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The weather did not give me hope and faith to see this through, The weather did not promise once again I'll be with you.

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Violet's violets growing, just the way it's always been, And Violet living in my heart, till' I'm with her again.







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