Sunflowers ~ For Dad

June 10th is a date which has always been special for me as it marks the day my late father was born  and, as I wrote last year, I associate his birthday very much with sunflowers. He had a great love of nature, colour, art and the sun.

Dad (1919-2010)

I think, too, that he would have liked this poem by Mary Oliver:

The Sunflowers

Come with me

into the field of sunflowers.

Their faces are burnished disks,

their dry spines


creak like ship masts,

their green leaves,

so heavy and many,

fill all day with the sticky


sugars of the sun.

Come with me

to visit the sunflowers,

they are shy


but want to be friends;

they have wonderful stories

of when they were young –

the important weather,


the wandering crows.

Don’t be afraid

to ask them questions!

their bright faces,


which follow the sun,

will listen, and all

these rows of seeds

each one a new life! –


hope for a deeper acquaintance;

each of them, though it stands

in a crowd of many,

like a separate universe,


is lonely, the long work

of turning their lives

into a celebration

is not easy. Come


and let us talk with those modest faces,

the simple garments of leaves,

the coarse roots of the earth

so uprightly burning.


Poetry ~ A Profound Social Bridge

Poetry played a fundamental part in my treasured relationship with my late mother. However, it is only in recent months, as a result of posing a simple question on Linkedin, that I have come to realise the power of poetry in connecting people from all around the world. I write about this in Section Ten of Social Bridges.