My Sun
My Sun
by Skylan Abraham
The Sun shines brightly.
My son,
my sons,
my Sun.
On days of heart-ache
and downpour,
the Sun engulfs me in its warmth.
My sons,
with cuddles and kisses,
give me reason
to push on.
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Their father,
my best friend,
the pollinator
of these radiant, beautiful, sun-
flowers.
Loves me
even in my darkest
days
and nights.
I love the sunshine
my lover,
and my sons,
gift to me.
Thrown into the well,
this gift falls gracefully,
and relieves this deep, dark
heart of mine.
So, Sun,
my sons,
I ask you, please-
remain
and shine on.
Not for my sake.
I can watch you from afar.
You're sun,
your happiness,
comes first.
And on days
where your Sun struggles
to radiate,
I'll do my best
to clear the clouds
that forsake your heart,
so that you can carry on
as I have.
With love.
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