How many times
We saw them there
Beside the road,
Bill's gift to share.
A country thing,
Their sunny faces,
Could bring a smile
To stormy places.
When I faced storms
Some years ago,
I looked for sunflowers
When I felt low.
My storm was cancer,
And chemo, too,
But my silk sunflowers
Helped pull me through.
And this year my brother
Met storms that hard.
I thought of the sunflowers
He grew in his yard.
I hoped his sunflowers
Would shine the way
And bring him across
To a brighter day.
But instead he harvested
Those life-giving seeds,
And left them behind
For the birds' winter needs.
