Don't you love Forget-Me-Nots?
The tiny precious things
They love to show their faces
During early spring.
They drop their seeds right after
So I pull them from the ground
Then next year they come up again
I smile when they are found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So that's what Forget-Me-Nots look like? I guess I had forgotten. (Lovely poem.)