Days of Mourning

My two granddaughters sent a spray of sunflowers to my mother’s funeral. I took them home and snapped pictures of the fading petals. Consolation, the grieving of my heart over the passing days, I captured in pictures. Love-hate relationship. They brightened and comforted. I threw them in the trash when they hurt more than they helped. Still sunflowers will always be meaningful to me. DAYS OF MOURNING withersome poem on a stem browning sunflower enduring days of mourning comfort like tenuous light of candle flicker bittersweet petals like lashes folding into the night sky -endless- bereavement of stars 9/16/2021