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Growing Sunflowers

Two sunflowers growing, basking in the Sun,

till the big sunflower covers the little one.

“Dad,” says the little sunflower, “I can't see the Sun!”

“I know,” says the big sunflower, “in hopes you get burned none.”

 

The little sunflower thinks long and hard,

‘Sure if I'm covered from the Sun I won't get charred,

but if I'm not in the Sun growing will be hard…’

 

“Dad, I need the Sun to grow,” the little sunflower whispers in tow.

“No you don’t!” yells the big one, “you’ll only get burnt and come undone.”

“But that's part of growing! I need to be let free-

under your shadow, I can't quite see!

I need the Sun to grow into me!”

 

“I've been in this field longer,

and I know what's best,”

the big sunflower says, as if it's a contest.

 

So the little one decides to give it a rest,

because she knows if she didn't-

what would come next.

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Written by
Sabrinandstuff
15 / F
Published
Apr 2
Lines·Words
18·159
Notes

Another poem about my relationship with my dad. (I don't know if I like the name of the poem or not- it seems too basic)

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#growing#shadow#control#dad#burning
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