What's It All About Mal? Poem by jerry hughes

Once that seemed eternity shortens
and encapsulates.
Forget-me-nots bloom by the roadside
and I look at them in wonder.
How can such fragile flowers
buffeted by a traffic storm survive?

I then recalled the wise old Sage who said:
'The smallest of us has the strength of ten,
if you believe.'
'In what? ' I asked.
'Yourself, of course, ' the Sage replied.
Then he placed some flowers in my hands,
a posy of forget-me nots.

That was many years ago,
before roundabouts, speed humps,
bitumen, pavements and signs;
And people whizzing by in cars,
ignoring those brave forget-me-nots.


A humble tribute to fellow poet Mal Morgan,
who died prematurely of cancer.