In spring time the forget-me-nots raise their heads
Pretty little pale blue flowers in amongst the flower beds.
Every year when their green leaves though do first appear
I wonder to myself what have we got here.
I don't know how it is always so easy to forget
With a name like they have it should be there in my head.
I ponder a little longer on how it can possibly be
To forget the forget-me-not so completely.
It isn't until the little blue flowers begin to grow
And the busy bees hurry from flower to flower, to and fro.
That I suddenly remember from somewhere deep down inside
That the name is forget-me-not and happily I sigh.
As this time next year, of course, I will not forget
As the name will be forever imprinted inside my once
forgetful head!
By Natasha
© 2011 Natasha Forder
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