Forget-me-not

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