For Lauren . . . who loves sunflowers.
I recall the day and the hour I was given my flower, So small she arrived That day in July.
She filled a space And with care and grace, And a few mistakes, We learned together.
Now she's full grown With seeds of her own. My grand-gems and jewels In her sunflower school.
Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.