Forget me notA Poem by Chris ShawBeth:s Dad died when she was 10months old.
Of all the flora I have grown,
there's one self-seeding I adore, that brings in spring its powder blue to fill the spaces inbetween red tulips and gold daffodils. Their tiny yellow centred heads, create a splash in garden beds. So loved by Beth when she was six, she picked a posy for her Dad to take to his last resting place. Forget him not is what she said, and who was I to disagree, so when she left them lovingly beneath the branches of a tree with innocence she paused to say 'my Daddy does remember me'. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on April 19, 2019Last Updated on April 19, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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