FORGET-ME-NOT
Forget-me-not when
the sun returns
and loves the land
again as if it had never left.
When the birds and
butterflies return
but I am nowhere to
be found, forget-me-not.
When the strawberries
are ripe and sweet,
remember how we ate
them together, and forget-me-not.
Remember the scent of
lilacs and roses,
how we filled our
home with their intoxicating fragrance.
Remember toiling in
the hot sun
and swimming in the
cool pond,
as if we had all the
time in the world.
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Remember the
delicious aroma of fresh bread
and ripe tomatoes and
cheeses!
How much we laughed
and ate!
Remember when we
tried to harvest the land
and gleaned the best
from our hearts instead.
To winter, then.
The snow and ice and
eternal cold
that call forth
memories frozen in time,
frozen in a world
from which I cannot return.
But when springtime
comes, remember my name,
and forget-me-not.
