“You are my Sunshine…”
Always were,
Always will be.
When you were little
Your golden hair
And radiant smile
Made ME smile
In my heart
And on my face.
Your wit and humor
(So Smith-like)
Your insight into people
(So Cooke-like)
Made me proud.
You love for Creation
And all it’s critters
Great and small
Filled me with joy.
When you were wounded
With a deadly hurt
I grieved with you
As one who had lost
A beloved friend.
Sturgill put words to your pain
And mine
I would sit listening to him
With tears streaming
For you.
When we wounded you
The pain was even greater
Joined with fear
That we had lost you
And the Sunshine was gone
Forever…
Forever.
But, the memories of touch
And affirming words
Of plains and mountains
Of discoveries and wonders
Held…Held
And, we returned to one another
Wiser and more grateful
Than before.
You are
You have been
You shall always be
My Sunshine
“You make me happy when skies are gray”
And…
When they are Not!
Love,
Papa
