Mommy, mommy, where is the sun?

When the sun sparkles, it makes me glad. A gleam of a smile, it’s nothing like sad.

The flowers arise and the draft sways the trees.  Mommy, can I go outside please?

A luminous colour of green showers the turf, oh how much I love the earth.

A crack. A cling. A noise from above.

The thunder breaks as I clench my velvet glove.

The sky dims over the splendour, I crouch down, am I the only to surrender?

The devious rain, slashing at my back, something’s coming, something I lack.

Mommy rushes over, gripping my arm. Runs to the house, takes me to the warm.

I look out the window, look out with woe. There’s isn’t a shine, there isn’t a glow.

I cry with my mommy, hand in hand. We watch over the sorrow, we watch over the land.

I look to mommy, and to my mommy I say. “Mommy, mommy, where is the sun?”

With tears in her eyes, she looks to me and cries “Somewhere darling, somewhere to run.”

The sun doesn’t like us, the sun broke our smile.

Maybe we’ll stay, stay for a while.

Waiting for bliss, oh the sun, the sun I will miss.

Goodbye sun. Run sun run.

Be free sun, be free.

We will be waiting, waiting for you.

My failage poetry much.

Gumpy