My sunshine, is my son’s smiling
My sunshine, is answered calls when I’m dialing
My sunshine, is pictures sent with letters
My sunshine, has no bearing with the weather
My sunshine, is visitations
My sunshine, is freedom, the prize of patience
My sunshine, not a star but a part of matter
My sunshine, is mattering to those that matter
My sunshine, is every time I can smile
As time eclipses, I notice I haven’t felt my sunshine in a while.
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