FlowerChild

She came from a sunflower field,

so my story goes, with fire in her eyes

that stole the blue of summer skies

and I accepted what fate had dealt.

Her laughter sang wherever we went

and all would stare and ponder

while our friendship grew only stronger

and she made me see life different.

She made our lives spark to flame

with mischief and life and fun

rolling playfully in our sun

we found each other to be the same.

I’ll always remember her sunlit hair,

her smile so wide and eyes so bright.

We tried holding onto each other so tight

but the memory of each other is all that flares.