I love the poems of Effie Lee Newsome. They are children’s poems, ostensibly, but with wry little truths tucked within. I adore this gorgeous, sad, relatable little poem. Love Susie. x
Oh, the blue blue bloom
On the velvet cheek
Of the little pansy’s face
That hides away so still and cool
In some soft garden place!
The tiger lily’s orange fires,
The red lights from the rose
Aren’t like the gloom on that blue cheek
Of the softest flower that grows!
By Effie Lee Newsome