White Violets
I very nearly fell asleep
Without remembering
The four white violets
And the green sweater
You both made famous
In whatever year it was
But that was long ago
And way before I ever
Fell in love with words
Or began this oh’ so
Singular affair with poetry
I remember now though
How they looked
Like four pearlescent stars
Pinned to a green field
Left off centre, rising gently
And breathing sighs …