I was going to write about
sunflowers facing the sun
looking so cheery and bright,
of a red wheelbarrow, shiny and new
and a small wooden horse
waiting beneath a tree
for Cowgirl Annie
to tie a ribbon on her tail;
All so different,
but all a delight.
Instead what seems to prevail
is sad stories told
too often of late
of strife and heartache
when family and friends
drift apart;
Monetary stress and growing old
days made fragile
with hurtful words,
lack of joy
no laughter;
When that is what is needed most
to lift the day, lighten the load.
Understanding, encouragement
compassion
and care
Precious gifts to give
if only to share
like the beauty
of the sunflower
in early morn
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