Forget-me-not

Forget-me-not

Forget-me-not! Dear mother,

the brightest blue of sky,

no rain or cloud nor other,

it has sprouted just as I!

In the beginning sweet seed,

manifestation of hope.

Gathered together from weeds,

I bound beauty with my rope.

Oh dearest gentle bushel!

That occupies the schoolgirl's fist

For life we fight and tussle,

Sometimes it's hard to exist.