Forget Me Not... Poem by Shirley Harrison

As I sit reflecting on my gracious

and sometimes not so gracious memories

from the place in which I come from

I sit and I ponder of things I did successfully

and of all the things that I did wrong

I wonder about the many pleasures

that I happened to get right

and of all those things in the middle

and all the things that helped me in my plight

reflecting on so many, not regretting even one

because that is what has made me

the woman I've become.