To My Heart

September 29, 2011
By Anonymous

Come home, little Sunflower.
Mama cries cold tears which cover the Earth
in a deadly frost-
when you are gone.
Papa does not shine with the warmth or energy he usually does; he sets the sky ablaze as he goes to bed early to hide his own tears-
when you are gone.
Come home, little Sunflower,
so that We may see your freckled face,
your yellow hair.
Mama did not mean to make you wilt and wander.
Come home little Sunflower,
I promise I will take better care of you this time-
sobbed the Golden Boy.

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