EVERY TIME I SEE MY PANSIES
Every time I see my pansies
Vivid in the golden sun,
You are with me in my garden,
And I am once again a child.
Vivid in the golden sun,
Their beauty brings me close to tears,
And I am once again a child
Learning to assume your grace.
Their beauty brings me close to tears
As I join hands with you in love,
Learning to assume your grace,
Dancing to your inner music.
As I join hands with you in love,
You are with me in my garden,
Dancing to your inner music
Every time I see my pansies.
~Unknown~
**I think I could have written this poem....but I didn’t!**
So lovely .Memories are sweet...Thank you, jaycee.
My daughter and I were talking about my mother yesterday...and how we loved her.