For-Get-Me-Nots

For-Get-Me-Nots grown in my mind
twisting amongst stems and leaves
where thus she planted them
flowers forever are blooming

For-Get-Me-Not seeds lie deep
within my memory of lives woven
fast as the thread of all blankets
wrapped ’round for all eternity

For-Get-Me-Not petals whispering
in my ear..forget me not…forget
me not…please forget me not as
I recall and wipe away a tear

For-Get-Me-Nots within my heart
I listen content to the soft
promises I once so easily made
I will forever not once forget

Just a couple of years before my mother died she sent a Birthday Card, as she had done every year for all of my life, but within held a packet of seeds…For-Get-Me-Nots. In her own way she knew her time was growing short and it was her way of asking me indirectly what she could not ask me. I found a new site that has this name and it brought this to my mind. This is for mom.