My mum's bright yellow flower

My mum's bright yellow flower, now just one wilted petal. 
The colour in my life has dimmed, and for dull I have to settle. 
I will not take another plant for none can take his place,
Stories about the way he danced and flourished with such grace.
The way he was not fazed by the wind and grew with such delight.
The way he outshone all other flowers no matter how big or bright. 
His wilted petal and the memory of his dance is all I have left of him, 
And in his place where there once was love is now dark and grim. 
Every month of spring I wait to see his dance again,
And I remember that he’s gone and in my heart is pain. 
The thought of him brings me comfort, I realised that is all I need.
I think about moments that he’s there in spirit when I succeed.  
The colours in my life are changed and I’ll do much more than settle, 
For my mum's bright yellow flower, it was much more than just a petal.