My Sunflower Girl

Grandpa's season was a sunshine meadow,

and I scampered after him like a pup

as if there was little time to borrow

while we drank from summer's plentiful cup.

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"My sunflower girl," he sang with each step,

the hose fueling the plants he so cherished,

as I danced behind him with youthful pep,

not knowing this time would soon be perished.

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"My sunflower girl," I said on repeat,

striding beside him each and ev'ry way,

and I had no pressing thought for the heat

even though it was much hotter than May.

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On the way back home Grandpa held my hand,

and to this day I've never felt so grand.