violets

prism

once on a warm a day
she would lay on her tummy
allowing her thoughts and feelings
to get lost amoungst
the different shades of violets
that grew wild in the grass
of a suburban backyard
then she would pick and gather up
a bunch clutched in her hand
now she would proceed carry them
inside the house with a smile
to proclaim "lookie at what I got for you!"
her tiny hand upstretched in offering
just to be met with a reply of
"can't you see that i'm busy?"
"just leave them on the table,
i'll get to it later"
but later never came
and the little flowers
of different shades of violet
shiveled up and died
when all they needed
was a just little water

prism

grown up now she knows
that unwarranted scorn
and negativity hold no place
within her heart
so she allows herself
to be amoungst
the different shades of violets