Forget Me Not (for Lea)

When the wise God planted His garden,

Scattering the seeds from above,

The choicest seed in His packet

Was the flower of Mother-love.

Carefully watched o'er and tended,

Nurtured by sunshine and stronger,

It blooms a beautiful flower.

A flower so sweet and entrancing,

Dazzling and shining and white,

A love that guards us and guides us

Through life our beacon light.

A love that steadies our footsteps,

That stretches a helpful hand,

That comforts our sorrows and heartaches,

That always will understand.

Mother-love, God's gift to His children,

With heavenly fragrance fraught;

The brightest flower in God's garden,

His truest forget-me-not.

~by Myrtle Fisher Seaverns~