When to all the flowers
the Father gave a name,
Back came a little sky-blue one
(All timidly it came)
Standing at its Father’s feet
and gazing in His face,
It said in low and trembling tone
and with a modest grace
“Dear God, the name Thou gavest me,
Alas I have forgot!”
Kindly the Father looked her down
and fondly said: “Forget-Me-Not“.
Those we have truly loved are never really gone.
They live in treasured memories in our hearts for always.
May your memories make you more thankful with each passing year, mein Herz,
for the one thing I have learnt in life, is that the only true healer is not time,