Forget-her-not

Our Mum… My Mum. She never wanted anything. I’m sure - like many mothers. Our last Mother’s Day… I bought her a gift. It was an orthopedic pillow. I bought two – one for me and one for her. And she loved this pillow. A few days later I saw on my bank accont transfer from her. She said it was a gift for my name’s day. And that she “bought” us pillows. So yeah. Buying her anything… I remember she didn’t sing for us. But I remember her whisper when I was falling asleep:

Niezapominajki to są kwiatki z bajki! Rosną nad potoczkiem, patrzą rybim oczkiem.

Gdy się płynie łódką, Śmieją się cichutko I szepcą mi skromnie: „Nie zapomnij o mnie”.

So blue was our colour. When I was a child, and I was on a school trip I bought her a ring. I had no idea what size she wears or anything. I just bought it. At first she wasn’t happy that I spent money on that. But then this ring with blue eye came back. And only we knew where this story came from. It wish this ring didn’t got lost. And than I was giving her flowers. Wild flowers. Or forget-me-nots. It was our flowers. So I was at the garden today. I didn’t buy candle. I didn’t bought fake flowers. I took the rest of forget-me-nots and took it to her. Mum. I hope you see what you’ve done. How close I’m now with my sister and her kids. With my cusins. You know, balance in my life is still on “minus”. It's not ok. I still miss you. And this place can't be taken by anyone.