This poem, by Arthur Franklin Fuller, even though short, expresses what it means through sadness when they have been forgotten by another friend. When our friends move away we always hope that we can keep in contact with them.

What is unique about this poem is that it was written in the late 1800s when mail was the main source of communication. The written word had to be sent by mail through a mail system that was not as refined as it is today with our modern mail sorting facilities and with both airmail and modern trucks and a large dedicated mail-carrying service. Thus, mail took a long time to arrive at its destination assuming, of course, that it arrived at all. Today, with technology there are many other ways to stay in contact with friends. You can send friendly communication through email, or Facebook or through text messages. And, these type of messages to a friend have no boundaries from town to town, state to state or even country to country.

To say the least, there is absolutely no excuse for not staying in touch with anyone whether that is a friend or distant relative. The real issue rests within you - that is, do you value a friendship enough to take but a few minutes out of your day to send communication of concern, greetings, congratulations, or of hope and encouragement.

Sometimes, those friends who have moved away start to send messages about where they are living, what their job is like or what it is like to live and work in a different city. But, as time goes by, the messages become fewer and fewer until at last, they stop. This may be the case of someone finding a host of new acquaintances or simply becoming too involved in a variety of other activities. Whatever the reason, a sense of loss creeps in. But, if this person was a true and lasting friend, don't give up communicating with them. And, don't forget that if you are the friend saying goodbye, all of these concerns may be on the minds of those friends you have left behind.

Saying goodbye is always hard but the thought of keeping in touch does make it easier to say goodbye; goodbye is not forever. But when you feel that you have been forgotten by what was viewed as a good friend, it hurts just a little bit more. We hope this poem reminds you to keep in touch!

This would be a great poem to share with someone special who has moved.

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Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller

No letter comes from you my dear —
So soon have you forgot?
In these sad eyes there shines a tear —
Sweet friend, forget-me-not!

Oh! would that I within your heart,
Had gained so warm a spot,
To treat me so, such pain would start,
You would forget-me-not.

May Time twine roses in your hair,
A thornless path allot —
Of all that's good a bounteous share,
And Faith — forget-me-not!

Thy "fare-thee-well" was sweet and kind,
With hope these lines I jot —
Again to come before your mind
And say — "Forget-me-not!"

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