Lest We Forget - Volume 11 www.nfld.net/rclnfprovcom 115 The forget-me-not is oft’ forgotten in our gardens manicured. Thoughts of style and glitz and glamour; much money in our flow’r beds poured. Once upon a time most gardens grew them; faithful, fair in muted strength. Men from many gardens marched out so many of their lives were spent. ‘Lest We Forget’; not just the poppy to bring to mind our fallen souls. Our own bouquet of baby blue recalls our loss; our fight; their goal. Some came back to peaceful gardens; spoke sights and sounds beyond belief. Some could not tell; there were no words; to speak of it relived their grief. Only artifacts like vintage photos; trench-written letters in perfect script; a cap, a medal, an old kit bag; from them to us: their priceless gift. Lest We Forget, the ‘forget-me-not’ was chosen for our fallen souls; our own bouquet of baby blue recalls our loss; our fight; their goal. By: Marilyn Howard, St. John’s, NL From the collec on: Whatever Crosses My Mind Used with permission
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