A Series Of Events

The frozen forget-me-not

Just a little over two years ago
it seemed like nothing could grow;
then out of nowhere there was a piece
of green, the tiniest of evergreen twig.

Quite quickly there had sprouted
a puny blue bud, resembling a new flower.
We over-watered that flower and it sprung
to life and blossomed into a majestic one.

Never quite did we name this blue beauty,
we just fed it love and let it grow naturally.
you fed it a bit too much enriched compost,
and it grew too large for the pot-it's host-

Then I gave it a bit too much water,
left it in the pouring rain too long;
allowed the hurricane floods to wash over,
yet, I expected our blue wonder to remain strong.

Then winter came and our sky-blue flower wilted
a bit more and more with each passing month.
our devotion toward our blue wonder faltered
until only a dead, grey flower there hung.

Eventually, spring came to pass
and a new bud blossomed at last;
there was a shift in our blue beauty's colour,
the shade was different, thus so was the flower.

We lost the love we once had for our flower, our blue wonder,
though we developed a new type of love for this same, yet different flower.
we tried to feed it the same compost we fed the previous little blue bud,
yet, it seemed as if it did not respond to this intense degree of love.

When the weather changed and summer came around
the blue beauty was supposed to have fully blossomed,
yet, all we saw was how it wilted towards the ground.
we knew it was destined to die, so we plucked it

and froze our blue beauty in a mountain of ice
gazing at it through the ice would have to suffice.
all we had was the memory of our blue wonder's vibrance,
we knew our sky-blue flower would die once the ice melted.

We knew it was already dying, already doomed,
yet, we kept it frozen in that freezing room.
we thought it would be enough if we kept its memory alive,
that without the compost and rain, in that ice it would survive.

We clung to it, not willing to let it go, let in the heat,
though finally we found a name on which we both agreed;
our blue beauty was a symbol of what we had once been.
forget-me-not was the name we chose to give to thee.