MY-O-SO-TIS

 

Four syllables in french as well
forget-me-nots.
They arrive in waves on the heels of winter
blue and mauve fairie slippers
tiptoeing here and there
throughout the countryside. . .

yet because of their english name
they will always be a sad flower for me
for I do believe they tell a truth
and that for every one
I can see in the meadow
a heart is aching somewhere
hoping  – yet knowing
yet hoping – hope against hope
that someone far far away
will remember

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