Parents & Petals

My mother’s favorite color is yellow, but not gold

her carats of jewelry bespoke

My grandmother’s more of a yellow tulip bulb, among numerous sunflowers

She takes stock in sunflowers womanhood stalky builds

Mere ideals as she has the sun in her eyes

Parents are plucky like petals, each individually picked purposefully

With an indrawn stare, How I miss my mother, I'd cut off my own ear to hear her voice again

Gratitude thick as an oil painting of provincial life in Aries

she was bea-u- ti- fuller than a sunflower on the inside

Crocheting bell bottoms to outgrown jeans

Memories made adoringly with her as sunflower feilds

His warmhearted touch felt through her cotton shirt

I know you're in pain my love

His hands upholding the saltiness of her grief-stricken tears

There's a brightness in her smile optimisitical like sunflower petals

Lean into me my love