The Twin sunflowers
occupying the flower bed
are trying their best
to spread cheer
amidst the pall of gloom.

They long for those twin souls
with a green thumb...
one of whom has taken leave.

The sunflowers are
whispering...
those warmth giving paternal hands seem cold and lifeless.

Longing for those tender
maternal hands
trembling with sorrow
to step outside
to wipe away our tears.