

Those were his dying words, and ever since the little blue flowers have been known as forget-me-nots.

and roses bloom in cottage plots.
Along the brookside banks we see
the blue wild forget-me-nots.
Shy flowers that shun the prying eyes-
content to let the daisy hold,
The glances of the passers-by-
with brazen stare of white and gold.
Forget-me-not!
From long ago it stirs the thought-
of happier days.
For memories like wildflowers grow
along the heart`s untrodden ways.
Patience Strong.

My flowers raise
Their tiny faces.
By streams my bigger sisters grow,
And smile in gardens,
In a row.
I`ve never seen a garden plot;
But though I`m small
Forget-me-not!
3 comments:
What a nice history about such a sweet little flower x
ONe of our favorites also. Thanks for the story - and the lovely pictures.
Love the little forget-me-nots too. Wonderful post, legend & poems.
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