JOURNALING: I send thee pansies while the year is young,
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light;
And if in recollection lives regret
For wasted days and dreams that were not true,
I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet"
Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew
Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought,
And for the pansies send me back a thought.
Sarah Doudney
The Pansy

CREDITS: Digital Scrapbooking Studio: Edgy-The Urban Fairy; 365 Synergy March-Booland Designs; Up Close and Personal-Kathryn Estry-Gotta Pixel; FONT: Mariah