Forget-Me-Not by Jennifer Green

Little hands dig into the dark soil,
Pulling away the earth
Replacing it with a small flower that was carefully chosen for its color . . .
Like the sky and her eyes.
She kneels down and admires the little blue face looking up at her

It silently whispers back . . . “forget-me-not”.

A grown girl,
Life bustling around her.
There is no time to stop and rest . . . to admire the earth and its creations.
She pays no notice to the tiny blue flower,
That has now become many before her absent eye.

Silently pleading for her to notice, they stand huddled and cry . . . “forget-me-not”.

A young woman stares out the window of her childhood home
Amazed at the sea of blue and what time has changed.
Has it been so long?
It seems just yesterday tiny hands were planting a single flower.
She tells her children of the little girl with the blue eyes.

The flowers sway & dance in the wind and they whisper . . . “forget-me-not”.

Now a grown woman in the mid-point of life.
I stand in my own tiny piece of the world,
Gazing down at the new little blue faces looking up at me.
Blue . . . like the sky and my eyes.

Smiling, I softly whisper to them . . . “I'll never forget”.