Every Mother’s Day I like to share a little bit about my mom who passed away on Valentine’s Day in 2008. Even though she wasn’t much of a gardener, she was a talented poet who loved nature and the natural world. This year I thought it would be a fitting tribute to share with you one of her early poems called Forget-Me-Nots. This poem was first published in the Poets of America Anthology in 1966 when she was in her late 30s. This was her first published piece and I remember how excited she was to finally see her writing in print.
By Lee Bain
Forget-me-nots I’d press on your mind’s eye;
Bright silent messengers of sky’s wild blue…
That from your thoughts my name would never die,
I’d bid them haunt you with their heavenly hue.
Bold blooms would border every path you bent
In blue profusion, like a blossomed lea;
My fragrance would enhance their subtle scent
To blend their perfume with the breath of me.
And when, at end of day, you’d sip and sup
Or finely dine in stately pomp and grace,
You’d find forget-me-nots twined ‘round your cup
Or gaily patterned in the table’s lace.
Through such sweet sorcerers’ spell would I secure
Some memory of me that may endure.