Forget Me Not

In the garden, bloomed vibrant hues of forget-me-nots.
Mother’s favourite flower.
They grew with love,
As Mother and I nourished them together.

From rich soil came beautiful blues,
September to November, they blossomed.
Petite flowers swayed in the sunshine,
As Mother and I formed proud grins.

“They are a symbol of remembrance and love,”
Mother would always say.
Reminiscing joyous memories in the garden,
I lay the forget-me-nots before her grave.