For Violet, on Your Ninth Birthday
by Morgan S. Grether
Eight bells ring out eight times.
Then… a ninth rings nine,
Because it’s Violet’s day.
As nine dogs howl and bark,
Nine cats slink away into the dark
Here on Violet’s day.
Nine marching bands
March loudly across the land,
As nine apple blossoms
Wave in the wind above chrysanthemums
And underneath, snore nine sleeping possums
Who dream on Violet’s day.
And in our drizzly, rainbow town
I love to lean down
And give nine butterfly kisses
To the sweet little miss who is
The namesake of Violet’s day.