Forget-Me-Nots

delicate blooms of a lambent sky
so too, the golden sun from on high
each in its own beckoning way
call to memories of a long gone day
markings with pen in a journal, echoes they be
of times and delight in the embrace of thee
forget-me-nots, be they blooms of memories sweet
a yesterday, a now, ever as one to greet
and so pages and blooms be they offerings to share
the embodiment of God’s blessings and care.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York