Tim Davies

Take time to read. Whenever I read this poem, I fall in love with it:

Forget Me Not

"When I'm dead and long gone,
Think of me, forget me not."
She said this to her new boyfriend.
Hoping for good time till the end.
He laughed and he smiled,
Nodding his head all the while.

"When I'm dead and long gone,
Sing for me, forget me not."
She spoke this to her fiance.
Wishing for luck to come their way.
He nodded his head and kissed her lips,
Loving each and every moment like this.

"When I'm dead and long gone,
Laugh with me, forget me not."
She whispered this to the new father,
Watching him hold their new little daughter.
With tear of joy in his chocolate brown eyes,
He kissed her soundly, smiling bright.

"When I'm dead and long gone,
Dance for me, forget me not."
She said to him, both old in age,
Celebrating their grandson's birthday today.
He took her lovingly into his arms,
Humming whilst keeping her safe and warm.

"When I'm dead and long gone,
Always remember, forget me not."
She said to him, lying sick in bed,
A heavy fever upon her head.
He laid down beside her, holding her hand,
Praying for a healing touch to land.

But, on that Sunday, in late May,
She was there... lying as if in sleep.
He stood there, caressing her cheek in dismay,
Wanting her back in his arms, gentle and sweet.
And, knowing she wouldn't come back, he knelt down,
His head positioned in a bow...
"You may be dead and soon to be long gone,
But I'll see you there, I've forgotten you not."

Since those words, the years have flown by,
The sun and clouds still grace the sky.
In the field of lilacs, where they buried her,
Another stone sits beside the other.
Linked by a chain made of flowers,
Those that were picked by their daughter,
A single verse stands out as if on an alter...

"When I'm dead and long gone,
Think of me, forget me not."

To this day, the words shine in the sun.
Glittering rapidly as though the couple were having fun.
You'll notice something else if you look.
Pretty little flowers kept within the nook.
There are no lilies or roses in this spot...
No...

the chain that ties time are forget me nots.

💜

The Lighthouse ( Newlyn ) - Stanhope Forbes.

New Banksy says it all 💙

Happy festive season everyone xx

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