The Power of a Flower
The Power of a Flower
By the river where we played
as children
in the shade
there spring forget-me-nots
In the days after you left
I saw them
through bereft
abandoned eyes
I saw them in profusion
blooming
sans delusion
in my mind
They filled up every corner
crowding out
the mourner
chanting loud, "Forget-me-not!"
My son has eyes forget-me-not blue
strong and clear
they remind me of a you
he'll never know
And so...
I treasure a tiny flower
that blooms
with quiet power
on the banks, in the shade, of my mind
MLS
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