Sunbeams

by Lisa Thompson

Sunbeams stream through the open window, a warm breeze flows over me

My blinds chop up the sun, serve it to me in sections

I am grateful, for the Sun has told me

Goodmorning

Her warmth washes over me, she’s wrapped her arms around me

No need for blankets or breakfast, For she has fed me, dressed me, and put a smile on my face.

But I cry every night she sets and takes her warmth away

I sleep in my tears until she has risen and her light wrings me dry, wipes my eyes and It is a new day.