Forget me not

Forget me not

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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Beth:s Dad died when she was 10months old.

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Of all the flora I have grown,
there's one self-seeding I adore,
that brings in spring its powder blue
to fill the spaces inbetween
red tulips and gold daffodils.

Their tiny yellow centred heads,
create a splash in garden beds.
So loved by Beth when she was six,
she picked a posy for her Dad
to take to his last resting place.

Forget him not is what she said,
and who was I to disagree,
so when she left them lovingly
beneath the branches of a tree
with innocence she paused to say
'my Daddy does remember me'.


© 2019 Chris Shaw


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Wow, amazing how she can remember her dad that young, but even if she didn't get to really interact with him, she must have been told what a great dad he was...and she will have memories of him forever... a poignant poem with lots of color and warmth....
Warmly, B

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Betty. She has no memories of him but in her innocence she hoped he remembered her. Always.. read more
Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

You're very welcome Chris, you as well!
Warmly, B



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This is incredibly moving. The way you use the flowers, the self-seeding blooms, the tulips and daffodils. Creates such a tender, vivid picture of memory and love enduring beyond loss. Beth’s innocence and the way she connects with her father through these simple, beautiful gestures really stays with me. You’ve captured grief, remembrance, and hope all at once, and it reads like a quiet, compassionate embrace.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

A beautiful review. Such warm and welcome words Jansy. Many thanks for stopping by. All the best. read more
Chris, this is a beautifully tender poem. I love how you use the forget-me-not flowers as a symbol of memory, love, and connection, especially through Beth’s innocent and heartfelt gesture.

The imagery of the spring garden and the tiny blue blooms creates a gentle, vivid backdrop for a moment that is both bittersweet and full of love. My sympathies go out to Beth and to those who has experienced such a loss..it’s a quiet, touching reflection on remembrance and the ways we hold those we miss in our hearts.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

An old poem Roma, out for a breath of air. Your thoughts are very much valued. Thank you for your co.. read more
dearest Chris… my Father loved Shakespeare and helped me understand that when days are dark and dreary… it is just the Shadow of an Angels Wing watching over you. Your Poem is touching a Cherub Cloud on a Summers day. softly, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Pat, what a delightful review you have gifted me. Thank you for sharing your Father with me and.. read more
Patricia Wedel

2 Years Ago

dear Chris… your Light shines through.. you give everyone Hope and encouragement. softly, Pat
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Have a bouquet Pat 🌹🌹🌹🌹
Having two daughters myself this one touched a chord with the thoughts of the little girl adamantly making her dad’s memory remember her.
Some things you don’t get over.

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Winston. It was very innocent and very touching. It had to be poemed. I appreciate you. read more
What a lovely poem! The splashes of color come alive, red yellow, blue, gold, sad but beautiful too.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Norma for your visit and encouraging review. Welcome to my page. All the best.
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Beautiful thoughts, beautifully expressed Chris - how lovely ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Tony. Always pleased to see you. Have a good weekend. All the best.

Chris
red93

2 Years Ago

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Wow, amazing how she can remember her dad that young, but even if she didn't get to really interact with him, she must have been told what a great dad he was...and she will have memories of him forever... a poignant poem with lots of color and warmth....
Warmly, B

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Betty. She has no memories of him but in her innocence she hoped he remembered her. Always.. read more
Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

You're very welcome Chris, you as well!
Warmly, B


Absolutely priceless Chris .. tis oft such little things like this that are so HUGELY remembered .. Neville

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Yes, little Beth’s comment was priceless and so deserved a poem worthy of it. Thanks Neville for c.. read more
So poignant and beautiful. Such writing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Ken for a lovely review. Pleased you enjoyed this one.

Chris
What a wonderfully wistful and innocent poem of memory and love. I loved the periodic rhymes and the meter of the poem Chris.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

So pleased you enjoyed your visit Soren. Many thank yous.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..