This is in memory of my nan. I read it at her funeral.
There they are purple and proud.
Standing in a Field of grass,
Violets a beautiful flower,swaying peacfully in the wind
But,there is a time when the harsh winters grab and their colour slowly fades.
But they are asleep.
Waiting for the next spring,the call of Jesus
When Violet our beloved will rise.
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