Alan

His funeral was brightened by

A clergy's special gift

Flowers reaching to the sky

He handed parents this

Sunflower given just last year

In hopes of easing pain

The son they held so very dear

They would not see again

I watched and could not understand

The wrenching they did feel

Lovely flower, shaking hand

His death was just too real

I am his aunt his favorite

Sunflowers and good times

The booze he was not made for it

Alan crossing danger lines

I have sunflowers by the tree

Alan sees them there

They will keep reminding me

How much I truly care