1932 - 2021
You couldn’t recall the name of the blue plant
flowering next to the miniature daffodils
when I asked and it annoyed you.
‘I used to have such a good memory,’ you said
as we sat drinking tea together in the garden room
warmed by the Spring sunshine.
The next morning the first word you said to me
when I came downstairs was ‘Muscari’.
I want to always remember that.
I want to always remember everything.