Pressed into a petite maidens hand,
a young sailor gifts his loved one
with bouquets of this sweet flower.
Forget-Me-Not he whispers.
The same flower brings good luck, it’s said, to those young people whose duty
calls them far away from home.
Forget-Me-Not they say.
A long wedding gown, a Mother’s happy tears flow past channels
of age upon her face.
Forget-Me-Not she cries.
A husband of many years
kneeling in the church, a casket
draped in her favorite flowers.
Forget-Me-Not he remembers.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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