Forget-me-not
Everything in the garden
comes alive with blue.
I look at the smiling forget-me-nots
and see what blue can do.
They were my favourites as a child,
just as they are now;
The pinks, yellows, whites and reds
are enhanced, somehow.
I wonder who named the forget-me-not -
it suits the tiny flowers;
But how could anyone forget that blue -
heads up in sun or showers.
It matters not where you put them -
they'll come up every year -
The precious tiny flowers of blue
this gardener finds so dear.
Joan Adams Burchell
(copyright)
