I nurtured them from seeds.
Experiment turned into loving.
I trusted sun to warm them
And cursed myself for not remembering to water.
As they matured, I held my breath in wonder
Whenever winds wound up to howl,
I worried for their stems and prayed they would not brake, yet still,
Our sunflowers have wilted.
Connection with the soil cut down to roots,
Erased from field of now lonely grass,
Their brightness stays with me.
Like trail of sadness behind my smile,
Their yellow sounds of goodbyes follow my footsteps
For even though they met the end
The mother's instinct grows in me,
Strengthening the garden of my soul.
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It may be a bit sad to undergo such an ordeal, but you presented a heartfelt poem that really speaks out on such an issue. Excellent work.
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Life is like a zombie attack: escape is never an option.
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I wish for all people to learn to love and by looking through each other's eyes, learn to love the rest of the world.
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