Blue Is For Forget-Me-Nots Poem by Marilyn Lott

I'll tell you how it happened
That I came upon this blue
Inside my dad's greenhouse
I bet you'd love it too.

Forget-me-nots they are called
And don't they blend right in?
If I hadn't nabbed them
They couldn't add to the blend.

For you see, my dad had died
It was hard for me to see
His greenhouse so desolate
I wondered... how it could be.

I felt way down deep in my bones
A pot of blue was there for taking
It was like my dad was saying
"Goodbye" as my heart was breaking