Two sunflowers with baby leaves
happy side by side in June
upon the patio enjoyed the sun
I hoped one day they’d bloom.
The summer sun was bright and hot
it parched the summer lawns,
one sunflower grew tall
the other seemed to fade a little
and lean against the wall.
It could have been her partner’s shadow
shielding her from light,
or was it his insatiable thirst
to drink up every drop in sight?
In ‘Sunflower World’ he was the champ
a handsome tall young thing
but all the goodness meant for two
was filling into him.
You cannot call it selfishness
for God made sunflowers right
and for the survival of the fittest
there must often be a fight.
The heat, without enough to drink
tipped Mrs. to one side.
Glossy leaves turned sunset yellow,
she was burning up inside.
Self-immolated on the wall
no flowers will she provide.
It was for him
and him alone
she lived
and suffered
died.
