Forget-Me-Nots Poem by Elena Plotkin
Forget-Me-Nots
I came upon a man walking in the cemetery,
He didn’t look as if he were from a seminary.
He didn’t look as if he was very grief stricken.
His steps didn’t falter they only quickened.
He stopped by a grave and just started to dig,
With a kid’s plastic shovel that was wee big.
What a sacrilege and what an abomination!
He should be doomed to eternal damnation!
“Let me at him”, I said, “I’ll knock him dead.”
But they held me fast and he of course fled.
By the time they let me go it was too late.
He was off and running past the iron gate.
All I could do now was go check the damage.
Maybe I or one of the others could manage.
But when I got there I could not believe my eyes,
There on top of the grave was a grand surprise,
Twenty potted flowers of every color and size,
And a small plaque that read thanks from each of the lives
Of the students you died to protect and sadly could not.
And that’s when I realized the flowers were forget-me-nots.
(c) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin
This is lovely write Elena much enjoyed thanks for sharing and also for the lovely comments you left me. :) One typo Plague for plaque?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:02:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Elena, except for the fact i dare not make fun on this one, i enjoyed it very much. i too was wondering what he was doing at first; i'm glad you found out and told us. there is no lack of suffering and remorse in this world, but we here (most of us i dare say) in the u.s. are more fortunate than those in some other countries (too many countries! !) . i don't believe in God or Heaven, but it would be NICE if there IS some haven (like heaven) for those who have suffered while on Earth. i like the rhymes, especially size/lives. nicely done. the story is imaginative and well-constructed. i DO feel that in many cases the displays of loss/grief which are shown, by the 'public', for such public tragedies is overdone. NO, I'VE CHANGED MY MIND ALREADY. it is NOT that the displays are overdone; publicity of such events causes them to touch many hearts and many feel like grieving, or like they should seem to grieve at least. the really unfortunate situation is when one or a very small number (like family members) of people are left to grieve/deal with it without support from others. i guess i've said my peace! :) bri guess i was too late to catch the typo.