My sunflower he was. Strong like a stalk. Bright like the petals. Radiating the vibrant energy he always held. I would love to see you blossom just once more, but instead I sit wishing for you to walk through that door. I hate to see another year pass without you by my side, But I know you are with me- you are my guide.
His sunflower I will be. My sweet brother, please hold me tight, and remind me I can get through today I will be strong & resilient because you wouldn’t accept it any other way. I will lead a bright future for you to be proud of, Because everything I resemble is your unwavering love. I will radiate your energy- through each story & each photo I share Because I will never forget, our bond was so rare.
My sunflower he was, his sunflower I will be.
After losing my brother in 2016, sunflowers became my memory of him. Yellow was his favorite color & sunflowers were his favorite. Please enjoy this poem as a reflection of the beautiful life my brother lived.