“Let me tell you a story” he said,
When I was lying next to his bed.
He loved to write poems and stories
and had them engraved in memories
The story was “Forget me not”
written on a father and his daughter
who grew up in a little house and
had just each other to look after.
The father was a poor farmer
whose wife died giving this girl.
Since then they shared laughter and sadness
in their own small world.
The little girl always waited for him to come home
and at night she would feed him food
She would run around in their small garden,
watching her run, he stood.
On her fifth birthday, he came home early
with his hands holding a pot
A delicate sapling with bright blue flowers, and he said
“Dear, this is forget me not”
She ran outside the house, to the backyard
and planted the bright blue flowers
To watch her happy, it felt like heaven
Her smile had that power.
The flowers lit up her smile
every morning and every noon.
She cared and loved each petal,
time flew too soon.
He would find her in the garden often,
when he returned, she would say ” See what I got?”
He knew the answer every spring night but kept quiet to
listen to her say “Daddy, it’s forget me not”
She would pick up the fallen flowers and collect them
to give him every night
She would still feed him food at dinner
and they would stand in the garden under moon light.
Years had passed, now she was fifteen
glowing more than ever
It was her birthday, so he came early
like every year.
As he entered home, he couldn’t find her,
so he went back into the garden.
She saw him coming and stood with a smile
but his eyes were wet with tears.
She went close to him and looked at his eyes.
so sadden and so dark with fear
He said, ” I am sorry honey, your poor father
has nothing to give you this year”
She held his hand and with a pleasant smile
she said, “See what I got?”
He broke down crying with his head down
he said”I know,it’s forget me not”
Few days passed,one bright spring noon,
when she was collecting the flowers
she lost her breath and fell down straight,
there was no one near.
On waking up,her head was hurting
and next to her bed she saw
him standing there, with a bunch of blues
saying, “Darling, these are for you”
Days had passed,now she looked pale,
eyes sunken and her nails blue
Her skin felt cold and a doctor told,
“She will die in a day or two”
She was fading fast, as she breathed her last
She said, “Daddy, you are the best I got”
He kissed her cheeks, so helplessly,
she said,”Please forget me not”
Months had passed, the spring did not last.
It was snowing outside the window
He stood there numb, watching the bright blues gone
covered under the white layers.
He thought of his wife, who longed for a child,
who wanted to be the best mother.
He missed his daughter’s laughter,so soft,so tender
He wanted to be the best father
“They are beneath the blanket of earth” he said,
“I wish to join them soon”
“We will run in the garden, collecting flowers,
like all those spring noons”
“She would be sixteen today” he told himself
and walked up to their grave.
He planted the bright blues with shaking hands
next to where she was in rest
With a jittering voice and tears in his eyes,
He said, “See what I got’
He wished to hear her back
but there was no one to say- “Daddy it’s forget me not”
He looked at me, as the story ended
But he did not try to hide the tears
He said, I will always be there, no matter what,
when you get scared, I will be near
He was fighting his best, always saying “God will do the rest”
With a choking voice, he said-“You are the best I got”
I knew what was next, something I didn’t want to hear,
but he said, “Please forget me not dear”