PANSIES

           by Emily M. Parris

My mother loved pansies
   She always said
      They had such pretty faces
She'd look at them
   Really closely to see
       Their delicate little traces

For each little petal
   Is sweetly edged
        With a ribbon like display
I'd like to have a bunch of them
   In a colorful array

For whenever I see some pansies
  Growing softly in a flower bed
I think of my sweet Mother
   And the things she always said



Copyright 1992 by Emily M. Parris
Written on 6/22/92 in Kansas City, Missouri
Dedicated to my Mother, Frances Bennett