Forget-me-nots
For
Ana Watts
I wish I could still swing upside
down from the apple tree
with its branches thinner
than my skinny childhood arms
and
lie with my head over the edge
on a merry-go-round
spinning faster
than the speed of sound
or so it seems
and
all the world a blur
rushing past my eyes
except when they gaze at the skies
and day turns to night as bright
stars circulate within my skull
and I grasp with aching fingers
at so many things lost
forgotten in my mind’s
dark lumber room
until a sunbeam
unties a knot in my childhood hanky
memories become forget-me-nots
blue dew-dropped refreshed
under this second childhood’s sun
rogermoorepoet 
Great poem, Roger. Very true.
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Thanks, Margaret. Glad you liked t and thank you for visiting.
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Wonderful wording-“in second childhood..”forget-me-nots has a jarmany’s love story.i heard dis word in mia’s post.dis words remind us when we are aparting from loving one.have u such experienc after arrival from KIRA.
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We also tie forget-me-knots in hankies in order to remember.
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Yeah.true.dis is beautiful words.
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Thank you Roger.
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Thank you, Ana. For better or for worse, it’s your poem. Your name is on it.
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I’ve revised the ending. It’s much better now. May still take some ore work, though.
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