Helen

She has lost the haggard look, so thin,
now a little thick in the hips, a softness
that makes me happy, her cropped gray
hair frames a cheerful face.
I knew she was well again when I saw
her garden, blooming forget-me-nots
scattered about tidy flower beds,
renegade bearers  of precious light
blue flowers that burst forth in Spring.
Such optimism!
when Helen asks me how I can remember
her, I reply how can I forget
her when every Spring, the forget-me-nots
she gave me deliver cascades of small
blue letters reminding me to visit
her, and soon!