Sunflowers remind me of her. I was twelve in 1940 and a London evacuee but countryside life didn’t agree with me. I was ill all the time and the farmer’s daughter, who was my age, looked after me.
One morning, she brought sunflowers fresh off the field to my sick bed.
‘They cheer anything up!’ she said, ‘sunflowers are my favourite.’
I agreed but it was her who cheered me the most, my first and last love.
We found each other after the War, married, children, a life together but now I putting sunflowers on her grave and she has returned to my memories.
(Inspired by; https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/02/20/crimsons-creative-challenge-15/ with thanks).