Little Violet's leaves are limping
Its upturned tiny pink faces begging.
"Did you think I would last forever?
Twenty years on your window sill?
Even violets wither,
Grow tired dangling over the hill."
"Take just one leaf of mine
And find a perfect pretty pot.
Nourish it as you have me
Unspoken love transmitted by your eyes.
And someone wise will care for me
And I'll rise to a field of me."
© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)