Sunflowers
I used to like sunflowers; They reminded me of warm, happy, sunshiny days. I used to like sunflowers; Their tall stalks and large faces lined along the fence. I used to like sunflowers; Wanted them in every color and size, leaving me amazed. I used to like sunflowers; Their seeds in the ground or in my trail mix or salad. I used to like sunflowers; They used to be a sweet thing to me, in my yard or as a treat. I used to like sunflowers, and nothing against them now, but I can’t bring myself to even look or be around Sunflowers that make my baby sick; I can’t bring myself to adore the sunflowers like before, When their very presence reminds me of difficult days When no matter how hard I tried, I was never enough. Because Sunflowers caused all that went wrong. I don’t hate Sunflowers, but I don’t like them now. And if I were to ever see one or pick a Sunflower or seed, I would only feel grief, and guilty.
