Her round baby face was my sunshine
when she was two.
She shone golden as the sun
as up she grew.
But then came her years of tears,
of betrayed heart and betrayed trust,
as she sought love
the way true seekers
always must.
We both love sunflowers
for their brightness
and their shine,
and how they dare
to dream the heavens
as they climb.
There is no happy ending,
just our lives,
flowing through
the ups and downs
that oh so slowly
make us wise.
But her voice has laughter in it,
these days, when I call,
for she found the love
she had been seeking,
learned to trust it, after all,
slowly opening her heart
the way a sunflower
gently lets
each
golden petal
fall.
This is utterly lovely Sherry. What a glorious sunflower she was then too! There are certainly ups and downs in the journey. I love that there is laughter in her voice these days! What a blessing!
ReplyDeleteStorry here, one of our sunflowers. You told it so very well, I'm glad the ending showed her hopes gratified. That was our situation here, two of them actually and dear old Dad too. Young marriages all three.
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A touching poem, a hopeful poem, a truthful poem ... this line made my heart skip a beat...'and how they dare to dream the heavens' Enjoy the weekend Sherry.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully set Sherry! Love that is truly genuine is one extended within the family circles, without question! And great rhyming, Ma'am!
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How beautiful, Sherry, and how joyous that she has found true love, which makes a mother's heart happy.
ReplyDeleteYou describe the journey of growth and finding a reason to open the heart. Beautifully tender.
ReplyDeleteThis just made me smile. All the joy running through it is like window full of sunshine.
ReplyDelete"There is no happy ending,
ReplyDeletejust our lives,
flowing through" - perfect.
This is quite lovely, Sherry, as tales of children should be, trying so hard "to dream the heavens/as they climb.." Love the lines qbit quoted, as well. We must love the sun while it shines, so we can remember it when it doesn't.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty and heartfelt, my friend. There is a lot of acceptance here.
ReplyDeleteI am so happy for your daughter and for the joy this must bring to you as well There are no happy endings and sadly some seem to have more downs than ups
ReplyDeletebut there are always Bakewell tarts:)
Really lovely ... wonderful writing. The sunflower: a perfect image from which to pin a piece that speaks to the intricacies and complexities of human relationships ... an ever changing living thing.
ReplyDeleteThis poem goes straight to my heart and offers me hope my youngest can weather her current storm.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful depiction of life in motion...loved it!
ReplyDeleteAh, I am glad that you are hearing the laughter. Lives flowing through ups and downs is all we can hope for in these times.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem about how life truly is. Love the photo!
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