their open faces
their open faces
Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.
—L. M. Montgomery
somewhat old-fashioned
bright primary colors
their faces open
to morning sunshine,
with their simple clarity
I shed the world
its misery and bombings
and smile—
surely beauty will heal us
if we befriend pansies
Reminiscent of Grandma. She had them, along with her African Violets. An amazing woman who raised 5 children alone, worked as a nurse, and hand made quilts for each of her children and grandchildren. My idol. Thanks for bringing out that memory. 🙏