Alice finds blue violets

“I know blue, modest violets,

Gleaming with dew at morn.

I know the place you came from

The way that you were born.

When God cut holes in heaven,

To let the stars peep through.

Two little stars fell down to earth,

Those little stars are you.”

– Anon

I don’t know who wrote this poem?  It was a present from my Mother when she came to stay with me.  I think she said it was given to her by another friend of hers.  So I’m sharing it with you all now.