They were so beautiful when they bloomed,
And on the day I turned nine, it was then they opened their petals for the first time that year,
The sun drenching the golden petals,
Beautiful.
That was also the day I came home from the park,
Tears streaming down my face, a bruise bluing on my cheek.
"I'm sorry I'm ugly, Momma!", I had cried.
She fought her own tears of shock,
Bending down to face me.
"My sweet Fuu, what's wrong?"
I told her of the boy who pushed me.
I told her of the boy who called me ugly.
I told her of the boy who gasped when I defended myself.
I told her of the boy that hit me.
She smiles past the tears, such a warm smile.
Beautiful.
"Fuu, come here."
She led me down the glossy wooden porch, and down into the fields of yellow sunflowers.
"Fuu, one word. In one word, describe these flowers."
I thought about it. I really didn't have to think about,
Because I already knew.
Beautiful.
I said it, a few tears still staining my eyes.
"Say that word again."
Beautiful.
"Again."
Beautiful.
"That is what you are, Fuu."
I gaze up, at my mother, my protector, my sun.
"You are a beautiful sunflower, Fuu."
She grips my hand and gives it a squeeze.
"I love you, Fuu."
"I love you, too."
And we look at the sunflowers, the scent that will always haunt me drifting on a breeze,
Following me like a ghost,
A demon.
Never letting go.
But at that moment, I didn't care.
I really didn't.
Because that one word stretched endlessly in my mind.
In my soul.
Beautiful.
A/N: Okay, so... my mother has recently started to grow sunflowers, and now, watching them grow, awaiting their blooming, I've been gravitating back towards Samurai Champloo, and I couldn't resist a short poem inspired by sunflowers.
Hope you liked it!
With all my heart, theheartsbeat.