of all the flora i have grown
there’s one self-seeding i adore
that brings in spring light powder blue
to fill the spaces in between
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 me not is what she said
and who was i to disagree
so when she left them lovingly
beneath the branches of his tree
with innocence she paused to say
my Daddy does remember me