The (very quickly written) poem reads:
In here you will find some seeds,
They are for you, a good deed,
For we also know of grief,
And that time is all too brief.
The heartache felt of a death,
Feeling a very last breath,
Take these, it will mean a lot,
Your loved one, Forget-Them-Not.
This RAK is to offer some comfort to the grieving. Accompanying the poem are little envelopes, each with some forget-me-not seeds in, instructions and with a different quotation on the front.
I took the envelopes to the cemetery in my home town but choosing where to place it was difficult given the rain and wind. In the end I settled on resting it next to the old chapel on the main path through the cemetery.
Little LJM1 & 2 and I spent some time wandering around the graves. The children were care-free: falling over, picking daisies and meandering as they do. In their innocence, death means nothing to them. They didn’t understand the graves, what they were, that they are someone’s sorrow and someone’s comfort. One day they will understand. But I don’t think that they’ll understand or grasp her absence in their lives, no matter how much I tell them. For what you’ve never known you never miss.
One day a little while ago Little LJM1 asked “mummy, do you miss her?”. “Yes,” I replied, “every day.”