dedicated to my mom,
my favorite "nature nerd"
and after winter,
once the flowers
begin to bloom
and the wounds
of my heartache
begin to heal,
I begin
to take comfort
in the way the sunlight
feels warm against my skin
and the way
the grass
becomes as vibrant
and green
as my mother's eyes
I begin
to take comfort
in the knowledge
that just
as the whole world
seems to grow brighter
so do I
YOU ARE READING
SUNFLOWER BABY
Poetry"but we kept secrets from time, and I saw constellations in your smile . . . " [[ a series of poems ]]
