A little back story on this one. I was typing a poem for someone else when I felt this woman to my left. She was waiting patiently for me to finish the previous transaction and then said: “Please can you write me a very specific poem? My husband died unexpectedly a couple of months ago…” She told me that when he was taking his final breaths, the sun shone on him and, after he died, went back behind the clouds. I took her phrase “ray of sunshine” as inspiration, typed this out, got emotional, read it to her and we cried together. She hugged me and told me that I was the reason she had ventured out today. She is the reason I write.
Ray of sunshine
you were, still are, my ray of sunshine
you broke through, still break through
every cloud
your rays bathed me, continue to bathe me
with light and heat and energy and life
I grew strong, will grow stronger
in your light
you were, still are, all to me
whole of heart leaves hole in heart
but you are not far
not far at all from me
for every timme
sun breaks through cloud
I see you, feel you, love you
my ray of sunshine