A Short Poem
The Sunny Spot
I took this journey in my mind,
Relaxing along the way.
I found a sunny place to stop.
Why a tear fell, I can’t say.
The sun was shining, warming me
As I stood by the cedar tree
In the yard in front of the house,
With my swing by the side of me.
I saw the fence, the porch, the door.
I could envision the whole scene,
But I saw no one else around.
What could this mean?
I recalled how Dad worked on the farm…
Mother’s cinnamon rolls baking,
But I stood there all alone,
Enjoying warmth, but somehow aching.