In life, he stood resolute
Trying in vain, or so we thought, but he did not, to outshine the sun
His brightness shocked me each chance I had to look at him
He reached upward, as if to say, I can outgrow, the sun too
But sadly, he was visited by mortality and his colors faded
He started to droop, he lost his tall stance
His petals curled and dried, turning brittle
And when I saw him again, I pitied him and shed a tear.

But in death, he moved me more than he did in life, for he stayed.
We pulled him from the pot, but there he stood upon the stairs
Just begging, throw me away, I am spent

But alas, I did not have the strength to grant that wish
And years later, there he still sat upon those purple stairs
Until the very day we moved away.
He could still be there, sitting, waiting, in his delay

Hoping these photos work
Sunflower in life=

Sunflower in death=