When I was a child I measured my steps

With bright flowers on the narrow

Shortcuts to school. Two flowers I still remember:

The sunflower at the start of my journey.

It’s petals like the sun lit my way

I touched it not for fear I would delay

But for every “Forget-me-not”

I stopped and picked a bunch

They were near my journey’s end.

The white, blue and purple

Always seduced my youthful eyes

I rubbed them on my sweaty nose

and brushed them softly against my lips.

So many years have gone by, but

there’s something I want you to know:

Each time you rub your nose against mine

And part my lips so softly

My soul whispers tenderly…

“Forget-me-not”