Forget-Me-Not

I have a favorite poem. My mother found a china plate in an antique store with one of my favorite flowers on it, forget me not's. It just happened to have this lovely little poem on it and I have read it almost every day since. I wanted to share it here with all of you, for the simple purpose of bearing a small portion of my testimony. I believe it holds a rather important message that we can all take from it.

Forget-Me-Not

When to the flowers so beautiful

The Father gave a name

Back came a little blue-eyed one

(All timidly it came);

And standing at its Father's feet

And gazing in His face,

It said, in low and trembling tones

"Dear God, the name Thou gavest me,

Alas! I have forgot."

Kindly the Father looked Him down

And said: "Forget Me Not"