there amongst the snow
a tiny island
all to itself
a single flower
peaks it’s head
and says
forget me
not

this strange and beautiful sight
of a bloom amongst the ice
could be called a miracle
or an accident but in practice
brings hope to all the others
hidden in their struggle below
the ice

and the flower was called
daisy,
or sunny,
or jane

she was the lost ones,
the ones we wished hadn’t gone
but had

so there alone
a splash of blood
on an otherwise blank slate,
and she controls the
world

whispering,
forget me
not

she knows,
the flower
floating
alone,
of her power

but as you or I
or he or we
shut the door and
walk away from
the windows, she
begins to yell:
forget me not!

and we ignore her
despite the pain

and she screams,
forget me
not!

and we grit our teeth
as she bellows
one last time,
I cannot be forgot!

it is then that we can be calm,
come down from the agony and
return t our family and other
loves

and there alone,
still out in the snow,
the flower we barely
recognize sits and
plots her revenge
without noticing
the avalanche coming
quickly from her