Tuesday, 12 May 2020

Son

What could I write
To perfectly describe you?
I don't know enough adjectives,
The moon pales in comparison,
And the constellations seem
Like unrelated sploshes of ink.
But then,
Perhaps I could compare you
To a sunflower
Blooming in yellow glory,
Always looking up-
A beacon of positivity.
Tall stemmed, golden petaled,
Joyous and uplifting
The brightness of my life,
And the life of the garden
Where you have been planted to bloom.

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