Regarding the Withering of Sunflowers

Written Nov 12, 2001

Heather B.
Once I loved a sunflower
Who believed he was only a weed
And he tried to convince me thus
Yet I went wherever he'd lead
And even when he withered so
That the entire world shrank away
He only grew more dear to me
With every passing day
I loved him more, through wind and rain
And such is the strength of love's power
That when they saw just an ugly weed
Still my eyes beheld a flower

Published by Heather B.

I'm young single mother of two boys, a liberal Democrat, and a born again Pagan witch for nearly 14 years. I write about natural family living, pregnancy, homebirth, attachment parenting, and religion or pol...  View profile

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  • Mommy2Lots9/17/2007

    Excellent poetry! Love sees the inside of a person's soul. :-)

  • Heather B.2/14/2007

    Well, I am glad that you could relate!

  • Kathleen Farber2/14/2007

    I know this may sound strange, but this poem reminds me of my love for my husband, who is a recovering alcoholic, but has had his many trials and set-backs. I love him so, and when I look at him, I see the beautiful child of God he was intended as.

  • Question Everything2/12/2007

    Great poem.

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