Forget-Me-Not

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 27 Jul 2022
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15 comments
 

Zeus waited till last hour

to name this flower; roots

creeping through darkness

of soil...calling out to be

noticed, will you one day

become extinct upon this

earth?

 

For when I was born dad's

surname I took; but will be

no more once I'm gone – lost

in translation of time, hopefully

not just a memory left behind.

 

Life's always changing like

aunts and uncles I've known;

now they are no more.

Glimpsing into the future,

one day I too will wither

and perish like this flower;

 

In rhythm with blue laced

petals...those yellow dense

eyes so minute will watch

summer's last rays slip

from view, creeping

clusters twitching in breeze.

 

I comb through old faded

photos; holding on to my

late father's bloodline,

lingering a while over the

passage of time;

 

hoping in my heart that

when I take my last breath,

a fog will lift to connect with

this flower...and I won't be

forgotten.

 

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Comments

Submitted by lenchenelf on

A good poem that keeps a firm rein on its sentiment, more emotive for that contol, read several times.

Best

Lena x

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Lena,

it's so good to read your comment, it means a lot to know you read it more than once, as the words are important to me, with a lot of emotion as I wrote them.

Thank you for not only reading, but also for sharing your thoughts which are greatly valued.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by celticman on

ah, we'll all be forgotten but there's beauty in remembering and you add colour. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

I'm glad I could add some colour to this poem. It's hard to think that once I'm gone, the family tree ends with me, which is why I appreciate your words. 

Thank you very much for reading. Your comments always put a smile on my face. smiley

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

So long as ABCTales exists, people will remember you and new people will discover you. We are the lucky ones to receive your comments

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di, your words brought a tear to my eye. My late dad's younger brother died recently, he was in his 80s. It's very strange, but my gran and granddad had four boys and a girl, my dad was the only son who had a child, and I happened to be a girl, which means the family name no longer carries on. 

I look at the world we're living in and think of all life that's become extinct, and how sad that is. It's good to have abc tales to pour out my emotions in a poem. To know that there are people out there on my wavelength means a lot. Long may abc tales carry on.

Thank you for reading and your appreciation always.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by marandina on

A reflective, pensive poem Jenny. I am sure that you have many years yet to enjoy! Paul 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

It was also a reflective and pensive poem for me to write, so I'm glad you picked up on my feelings. My dad made a family tree, and I can trace it back to 1868. It's just sad to think that there's nobody else to carry on the family name, and that after so long all those memories will be gone. 

It's kind of you to contribute such understanding thoughts and share them with me.

Many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

I like the reference to Zeus being reminded by this small flower that it needed a name. I can hear its little voice piping up: “forget me not!”.
The link to the passage of time and mortality is very pertinent and makes us reflect on how relevant remembrance is. Your poem reflects all these sentiments well, Jenny.

 

Luigi xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Ah! What a pleasure it is to read your comment Luigi. I'm glad you discovered the story of Zeus and the little flower. I just love these stories that add a touch of mystery to life.

You are so right about the link to the passage of time and how relevant it is not only to our past, but also the future. We shouldn't forget, but sadly the world today is changing so rapidly, that the past gets lost along the way...so sad.

I'm grateful to you for your empathy to my poem and thank you so much for letting me know.

Jenny. xx smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

HI EDITORS, a special thank you for those cherries. It means such a lot to recieve them.

Many thanks again.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I think to leave memories in the family of friends that are pleasant and even thankful is more important, One's name remembered with pleasure, at least for awhile. And to be in God's family, and that forever will be so much more wonderful too.

My sons have daughters, and my daughter has sons, so our surname will probably be at an end. But things have got so confused recently that I think following back one's famly tree from this generation or the next will likely be very difficult as marriage and acknowledged fatherhood has got so much less. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon, I found your comment most interesting, it's good to know that you can leave your memories to friends and family around you now which is important. My only son has never married and probably never will, he's seen too many of his friends getting married and then divorced, that he's never been interested in marriage. 

I wish I could share my family tree with my partner's children and grandchildren, but they wouldn't understand any of the information and show no interest at all in wanting to know, which is understandable. It's hard to believe that out of four sons my dad was the only brother that had a child, even my aunt who died in her twenties of cancer never had any children, but I never remember much about her.

Again like you said, when there is no family, we must rely on the relationships we form around us now, but being a person that likes to recall the past, it would be nice to have a family member to share fond memories with...but it's not to be. My partner suffers many occasions going through old albums my dad put together and me recalling those family members from the past, I'm just so obsessed with them, like where my gran and granddad lived and who married who, what they were like.

 In the second world war, when the Americans came over to England, a couple of them stayed at my gran and granddad's house and had their photo taken out in the street. It must have been such an education for those men coming from such a different background, really makes you recall how many English women fell for American soldiers, but found themselves left alone when the war ended and those soldiers went home.

It's been very easy talking to you Rhiannon, and I'm only too happy to reminisce. 

Anyway thank you for reading,  listening and sharing your own thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by monodemo on

thank you so much for sharing that touching piece. it resonated with how i feel right now so thank you

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there, I know exactly how you feel too. Most of us need to know we're still connected to loved ones. But when those relationships are gone, it leaves an empty feeling of long ago family memories.

Many thanks for reading this poem and leaving such an understanding comment.

Jenny. smiley