The Sunny Spot

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.