| » Poem: The Story of Where The Violets Grow |
The Story of Where The Violets Grow
written by xxxvampire_loverxxx03:16 PM 1/28/05I once heard a story, long ago
A story of where the violets grow
You, too, will soon know
The story of where the violets grow
They do not grow where many can see
They do not grow inside of me
But they do grow beneathe the large willow tree
The place where we sat, just you and me
A young woman of sweet sixteen
Left without a trace, never again to be seen
She was in the difficult stage, so unwillingly between
Being a young woman and a girl, the stage of just sixteen
She would sit there for hours, singing oh so quiet
Ssinging her thoughts, sharing them with the violets
She had no one to sit and talk with
Except for the sweet, understanding violets
Each day the wind would blow
The violets would call to her and then she'd know
The only true place that she could go
Was the soft, quiet place where the violets would grow
The young woman grew up, she married and such
In her thoughts she recalled the place in which she missed so much:
The willow tree where the violets grew and she always remained untouched
More than any other memory, she missed this one very much
Years went by, the young woman grew old
The land had been bought, her heart had been long sold
To her grandchildren, the old woman told
The story of where the violets and how they kept her young, even while she was growing old
She said, "I would talk to the violets everyday,
They never left my heart, not even today.
I would talk to them until my pain went away,
But I'm afraid now that they're gone, my sorrow is here to stay."
The old woman died a few years after
No one knew where to bury her, not even the pastor
But then someone finally said, "Remember what she told us shortly after?
The story she told us about when she was young,"
And then popped an idea into the head of the pastor
The woman was buried in her favorite place
The one where she had all the needed space
The place where she felt no disgrace
The area beneathe the willow tree was her most treasured place
I'm telling you this as I was told long ago
The reason why I brought you here, you'll very soon know
Hold on to this story, and don't let it go
This is the very place where the violets would go |
All (c)Copyrights reserved by the Original Author.
Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Written by: Shelby L. Allen
1/7/05
[ View xxxvampire_loverxxx's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ]
This Poem has been viewed 348 times
|
|
|
|
