I don't believe in reincarnation,

but I see you as sunflowers these days.

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The summer is starting to fade as the breeze begins to blow, but you will not fade away.

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I sit here watching as they flow and dance with bees that give you life.

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The honey combs that you had on the dining room table makes me think you know what you would be when you left us.

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Your own garden of Eden lay just outside the window.

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You've gone so that you can be the compost that repairs the earth of your children.

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Fall will come and winter will go. Still just as the bees don't forget where the flowers are, family doesn't ever forget who you are. 

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I shall remember you.

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