Forget-Me-Nots
- Eric Machan Howd
- 3 days ago
- 1 min read
at the Nursing Home, Lock Ward
/ Poetry /
she begged me not
to leave her moments
after we first met
as if I’d abandon her
like all the others
still in her life
that won’t do she cried
though I told her
my backyard is full of wild
forget-me-nots
and I’ve never had the heart
to mow them over for sod
their small blue stars
hold every story I tell them