Sunflower
Sunflower:
The sky twisted with blackness and grey as we laid you beneath the earth and clay. Tears of sadness, tears of grief, tears of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to bare the pain of you illness for one more day.
All my memories of you basking in the spring air, planting flowers in their soil covered beds will always stay intact and last though the passing years. Eventually I will be able to lay with you my dear, my body planted under topsoil like a seeding bud.
Perhaps even in death you grow.
But until that day I will stay, locked away behind iron gates tending the sunflowers who watch the sun as if they where my life's clock simply ticking away
God bless you my Dear and god bless the sunflower, Our representation of love.
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