A lovely flower, the Violet
Its colors fair and bright
A sweet and precious secret
An early morning sight~
With soft brown curly hair
She came on Mother’s Day
A darling chin and tiny hands
Arrived the 9th of May.
This pretty little moppet
Has captured hearts of all
A cuddly little Violet
When hungry, she will call~
Her dreams are lace and eyelet
Her feet are pulled up tight
A pretty little Violet
We hope will sleep tonight!
And so within this sonnet
Our love is here and true
Our beautiful tiny Violet
From heaven now brand new
4 comments:
I love that poem. Love Brooke
So sweet! I love your poems.
What a legacy you are giving your children!!
This is so beautiful Sheila!! She will treasure it forever.
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