The Brightest Flower In God's Garden

It's not often that I post about something that isn't quilt or craft related on my blog, but I could not let the passing of my husband's aunt go by without mention. Hazel never had children of her own and when her brother was trying to raise two young boys by himself the voids were filled for both. Yes, we called her Aunt Hazel, but she was the same as a mother and grandmother to our family and we are all going to miss this dear sweet woman more than words can express.

Mother-love, God's gift to His children,
With heavenly fragrance fraught;
The brightest flower in God's garden,
His truest forget-me-not.