Forget me not

Beth:s Dad died when she was 10months old.

Of all the flora I have grown,
there's one self-seeding I adore,
that brings in spring its powder blue
to fill the spaces inbetween
red tulips and gold daffodils.

Their tiny yellow centred heads,
create a splash in garden beds.
So loved by Beth when she was six,
she picked a posy for her Dad
to take to his last resting place.

Forget him not is what she said,
and who was I to disagree,
so when she left them lovingly
beneath the branches of a tree
with innocence she paused to say
'my Daddy does remember me'.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Wow, amazing how she can remember her dad that young, but even if she didn't get to really interact with him, she must have been told what a great dad he was...and she will have memories of him forever... a poignant poem with lots of color and warmth....
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Betty. She has no memories of him but in her innocence she hoped he remembered her. Always appreciate your visits. Have a lovely weekend.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Chris, you as well!
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so sad, but so touching how the little one remembers her dad and hopes that he remembers her.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A snapshot in time, always remembered. Those little things you never forget. Many thanks Jacob.
read moreA snapshot in time, always remembered. Those little things you never forget. Many thanks Jacob.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow you are on a roll Chris! Another perfectly formed piece filled with pathos set in a flowing, wonderfully emotive verse.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks John. My muse was really fired up this morning. Makes a change, she can be a bit work shy at times. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris