The Sun

The sun turns her face
behind grey clouds and weeps
to see the daffodils fade away.

White cherry blossom pom-poms
waving in the breeze call
her back to smile again.

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At Last

At last a day
that’s dry and still.
The sun attempts
a watery smile.

Smile

When I see my grandson smile
even the dullest day
is filled with sunshine.

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