Crushed Violets

“Oh little ones, sweetly sleep in your humble tombs
Until again you bloom”

One of my favorite quotes by Mark Twain

“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds

on the heel that crushes it”

They lie withered, blue violets

Pressed to the ground

Trodden under foot by humanities

Boot

Lavender and blue covered with dew

Each petal is bruised

Leaves of green streaked with brown

Bleed from the offender’s frown

Children trampled by mankind

Their breath is hushed, their spirits

Crushed

Oh little ones, you have died only

To rise anew

Sweetly sleep in your humble tombs

Until again you bloom

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