MEMORY OF VIOLETS... to (the memory of) my father.

That scant cluster
of violets
beside one of Radipole's paths
has prospered along
a stretch of several feet
in just the few years
since you passed.
You would have returned exultant
 to have seen them so
these past years
as i do.
And the blossoms
of your own flowering?
4 children from your seed
&
3 for the next generation
of which
2 survive.
But assuredly
living-dying
like a memory of violets
is an endless
flowing and flowering
in and of the cosmos...
Golden GOJI Hermitage
14/3/2011 - 27/7/2013
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