Where have all the flowers gone?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? (Pete Seeger)

A Lullaby for my sister.

I had a sister. She was shy like a pansy, and like pansies, she was strong and survived many cold winters when some sturdier looking plants and trees did not survive.   She grew up like a sun rise, which was her pen name in her younger years, timidly and slowly at the horizon, gleaming and rising, spreading her warmth to everyone, then quietly settling down like the sunset leaving so many regrets.