Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today, the lovely purple arrived, the ones that are the flower of my aunt, my mom’s sister, Viola. In recent years, learning the name of these flowers, I wondered if she was named for these flowers, but both my mom and aunt are gone now— as are all family members. I will never know, but I will think so, because she was as special to me as these first spring flowers.
Spring brings the purple,Sheri Edwards
Mom’s sister’s floral namesake:
For a bit on my writing process, see What Else Viola.
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