What's It All About Mal?

Once that seemed eternity shortens and encapsulates. Forget-me-nots bloom by the roadside and I look at them in wonder. How can such fragile flowers buffeted by a traffic storm survive? I then recalled the wise old Sage who said: 'The smallest of us has the strength of ten, if you believe.' 'In what? ' I asked. 'Yourself, of course, ' the Sage replied. Then he placed some flowers in my hands, a posy of forget-me nots. That was many years ago, before roundabouts, speed humps, bitumen, pavements and signs; And people whizzing by in cars, ignoring those brave forget-me-nots. A humble tribute to fellow poet Mal Morgan, who died prematurely of cancer.