FORGET ME NOT
In the spring
I planted tiny seeds;
I protected them well,
Pulling out the weeds.
I watched as shoots,
Tender, small and green,
Rose up above the mound,
Struggling to be seen.
The sun rose up
And the buds appeared;
Soon the vision I'd had
Would make it's grand premiere.
Then, birthed in my backyard
Were blue forget-me-nots;
Now the beauty of your soul
I pledge I will forget not.
For I shall pick a posy
After the dew is gone,
And pin it just above my heart
To wear the whole day long.
Morna Owens
