Forget-not-me

Littlest flower,
I can not see.
Where art thou be?
Are you hiding from me?

No, mama,
I have run off to play,
picking forget-me-nots,
day by day,
watching the butterflies,
fly away.
I love you mama.

I love you too,
said she,
a butterfly you’ll be.

Littlest flower,
I can not see.
Where art thou be?
Are you hiding from me?

No, mama,
I’m going away,
picking forget-me-nots,
they stood in my way,
be not afraid,
they asked me to play.
I’m sorry mama,
Do you still love me?

Of course I love you,
said she,
come home and see.

Littlest flower,
I can not see.
Where art thou be?
Are you hiding from me?

No, mama,
I’m here in the sky,
with the forget-me-nots,
look really high,
I come to say,
a final goodbye.
Bye bye mama.

Goodbye,
said she,
and now you are free,
like this tiny forget-not-me,
in memory of thee.