So small, so blue, in grassy places / My flowers raise / Their tiny faces.

- Cicely Mary Barker

Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .

- Cicely Mary Barker

Tis I whom children love the best; / My wealth is all for them; / For them is set each glossy cup / Upon each sturdy stem.

- Cicely Mary Barker