Written for:  The Sunday Muse #248
A night of fog.  He understands.
His mind never seems to clear
these days.  Sitting alone
on a bench, he studies 
the flowers he plans
to present to his wife,
gone ten years now.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Forget-Me-Nots

  1. kaykuala says:

    How sweet and how sad! Hank is often in a similar situation. Hank’s loving wife Shadah has been gone for six years now. The emptiness is always there! Thanks Sara!



  2. Sadje says:

    Aww, so beautifully poignant Sara


  3. Helen says:

    A bittersweet story poem ~~~


  4. Rall says:

    Sadness and loneliness of the elderly is ever present.


  5. msjadeli says:

    My heart hurts for the two who have been parted by worlds. The suggestion he may be traveling to hers soon is very poignant.


  6. poetisatinta says:

    a bitter-sweet poem lovely ❤


  7. Carrie V. H. says:

    Sad yet beautiful my friend! You really dug into the image and pulled out the heart of it onto the page Sara!


  8. Jim says:

    Flowers on the tombs seem to be some consolation. I’ve not felt that way but haven’t lost a loved one by death as of yet. Close relatives and ex-wife, yes.
    We do put flowers on when we are in the vicinity, but hundreds of miles separate us now.


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