Down behind the old stone wall
The fragrant violets grow
I pick them in a perfect bunch
Because I love them so.
My Grandmothers gnarled and busy hands
Take the bouquet with gentle care
She puts them in the chipped pink glass
To perfume her bedroom air.
Down behind the old stone wall
My tears fell on the flowers
I wept for loss and sought hearts ease
For many sorrowful hours.
My Grandmothers quiet, gnarled hands
Were crossed with perfect care
I kissed her still and silent face
And left a violet in her silver hair.
By: Jenny Matlock
This little poem is dedicated to my Grandmother, Frances and my sister, Elizabeth
This post linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Letter "V". To visit the other "V" posts just click here.
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55 comments:
So beautiful and heart felt. It gave me chills.
Beautiful, thoughtful...makes us appreciate your feelings.
What a beautiful V post. Love the violet.
Love it, sweet Jenny! Precious words! Have a blessed day! HUGS!
sweet and nostalgic
A sweet and touching post! Wonderful! A+ for teacher!
Such a pretty poem. :)
beautiful...very touching...tender & sweet!
This post is so pretty. It reminds me of the special things about her grandmother.
Beautiful poem Jenny. The photo too!
Love Di ♥
Oh so pretty! And my son really appreciates the music you have playing on your blog. ;)
You did this one, didn't you? You always give credit and I didn't notice any. Regardless, I LOVE IT!!!
So lovely, Jenny! Straight from the heart and beautifully told. I love this so!
Hugs!
Coralie
My mother-in-law loved violets to much. She always had a few around the house.
=)
Beautiful photo and beautiful poem Jenny, I love it.
Did you write this? Beautiful! Love ya!
How lovely Jenny....it brought a tear to my eye♥
We have little wild violets just like that growing all over our yard. And it's one of my Mom's favorite flowers too. Beautiful poem.
Beautiful poem.
What a beautiful poem Jenny!!!
What a beautiful and endearing poem.
Such a beautiful, sad, sweet poem, Jenny! Lovely "V" post!
♥ Pat
Wow! I do not know what to say...I am in awe...I guess i can say I love Violets too. Not only the color, but the way in which the stem curls downward into the flower...Peace and blessings
That was surprisingly painful! Thank you Jenny.
That's a lovely poem. My mother loved violets.
Oh Jenny...what a heartfelt sentiment. (((hugs)))
This was so beautiful, so sweet.
That was beautiful. Very different from your regular posts. So sweet. Thanks.
that is very beautiful and enlightening v post.
I am thrilled to read you and discover your gifts in poetry...
Cheers!
U Rock!
;)
Sweet Jenny, what a lovely, sad and beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing your talents!
Jenny, what a beautiful poem and tribute to your grandmother and sister. Sweet violet! I planted some this spring. Not sure if they will survive. ~ Sarah
What a lovely poem and I love the pretty image of the Violet.
Thanks for letting us know about what is happening for when we reach the letter Z-I was starting to get a bit sad about finishing!
Best wishes and thanks so much for having me and Visiting me each week. You are a Very loVely host!
Natasha.
It is very beautiful and moving. It deserves to be painted by a PreRaphaelite!
What a lovely poetic tribute! I worked with a spunky older lady who insisted that purple was created for old ladies! It does go well with silvery hair...I used to pick them behind my grandparents' barn...and I love them still....
(my computer hung up and I clicked publish again...I hope it doesn't post twice! if so, I'm sorry!)
How beautiful! You're quite the poet missy!
Dearest Jenny,
You are most certainly "one of a kind" and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your caring and concern. This poem only illustrates a glimpse of your compassion, empathy and love for your family, and your ability to extend your heart to others.
God Bless
Meri
Lovely and heartfelt. Thanks for sharing a bit of you today.
what a lovely and moving poem. It was so sweet! thank you for sharing it with us.
awwwe ... that was wonderful ... and touching ... and sweet ... and well, just touching ...
Beautiful poem, just lovely. We had a violet pop up in our front flower bed this year. Either a squirrel planted it or it came from a bird, who knows, ha. Great V post, Jenny.
Read it three times. Lovely, and so heartfelt, sad, yet loving. Nicely done.
Read it three times. Lovely, and so heartfelt, sad, yet loving. Nicely done.
Oh my goodness, so sweet and so sad. Beautifully written. I can't imagine how hard it was to write. Great job.
Beautiful words to match a beautiful photo. Such a vivid colour! I think I can smell that gorgeous scent as well!
Great V poem & post!
Off now on business trip-glad you enjoyed my little advice column!
XXX LOLA:)
What a beautiful poem and post Jenny. I love violets too, so old fashioned and unassuming, but so lovely. Kathy
Such a beautiful, poignant tribute to your Grandmother, Matlock!
Beautiful and heart-felt poem, Jenny!
Oh my Jenny...this is really amazing. I have goosebumps. It leaves a definite impression.
What a beautiful poem you composed. I have always loved violets. I used to pick them as a young girl from under our bushes and put them in a vinegar bottle. Lovely poem! Joni
Jenny, Your poem is exquisitely moving, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes. You are truly talented, and I'm so glad I found you. Thanks.
Beautiful ... violets and poetry!
Blessings,
Catherine
Jenny...you truly have a gift with words and weaving them together so sweetly and with so much imagery.
Blessings & Aloha!
I am sooo happy to have found you, dear blogger friend!
Thanks again for sharing your gift of words with us Jenny.
The hands made me think of the Aunt I just lost...
What a lovely poem! You are very talented. Mum tells me that you will be starting up Alphabe-Thursday again soon, and I hope to join in.
Thank you for following my blog and leaving such a lovely comment! I really appreciate it!
I hope your day is sweet,
Maddy
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