Monday, June 1, 2015

Pansy Faces

I am very fond of pansies. My mother was too. She told me that they had little faces.  I am not sure about that. But yet when I look closely at them I remember her showing me and I hear her voice  and I somehow  recall the faces of my aunties. Dad's sisters as well as my mother's. Faces that smiled down at me and I  knew they loved me and when they smiled the corners of their eyes squinted into little wrinkles because they weren't young anymore but those faces were beautiful. Just like the little lines in the lovely pansy faces. Must be why I love them so much. They remind me of people long gone,  but who have left good memories in my heart.

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