Forget not son what you are made of.
Forget not girl what you are.
Forget not what son the task at hand.
Forget all girl, sleep away
Forget all son, creep away
Forget all me, but forget me not
Time to sleep, forget the forget-me-not’s in your hair
Time to sleep, forget the ways I made you fair
Made of grey and smoke before me
Forget not children who you are to me.
SirensPoetry 