My Sunshine

I awoke de-ar, one night from dream-ing found twenty ye-ars, had slipped me b-y All that ti-me, I'd been for-saken with each gray ha-ir, there came a si-gh

My granddaughter Payton last week on the deck.
These are all 24' by 18" canvases done in graphite pencil. I drew this picture last week after playing with her.

When a young ma-n, you were a twin-kle

within the e-ye, of a dream one da-y

I laughed each ti-me, I thought of yo-u

wondering just wha-t, you might sa-y

 

I awoke de-ar, one night from dream-ing

found twenty ye-ars, had slipped me b-y

All that ti-me, I'd felt for-saken

each new gray ha-ir, there came a si-gh

 

Just one look de-ar, was all I nee-ded

to know you we-re, the girl I sa-w

The dream I wo-uld, always trea-sure

with the fir-st, of your words Pa-pa

 

The night no lo-nger, haunts m-e

with dreams of what ma-y, not come tru-e

Now each da-y, a new ad-venture

since life li-t, my world with yo-u

Author's Note

To Payton
I wish you a long and happy life. And may your first words be Papa Tate.

I think I broke every rule with this one lol
I was playing with my granddaughter last week on the deck and could swear she said "Papa".That was all it took for me I was hooked. I'm so easy lol

Set to the melody of You Are My Sunshine, the piece is to be sung to the melody. Hence the hyphens and pauses

Reviews

[~ Czarina Iris ~]

This is absolutely beautiful Tate, it melted my heart. It really brings me back to when I was little, how wonderful everything was. I can even remember my mother singing this song to me before bed or when I was scared.
Thank you for sharing this piece and thank you for bringing back such precious memories.

[Chris]

Hmmmm rules - shattered. Man, you know its the heart that counts and the beats it takes and pauses... and all the held breaths, You talk with your heart about a piece of your soul and you worry one iota about a rule and if I were there I'ld WHAP you cross the head and shoulders and say "Wake Up!!"

Stumble in a place - who cares... wierdness within some eyes - again who cares...
Length, rhythm, flow beat timing control vs eyes seeing you and ears HEARING you - someday...

"Ya did good kid..." now let me get back to my own tears...

Take care,
Chris

[Becky C Strukamp]

A very enjoyable poem. I've never read one quite like it ...regardless of breaking every rule, you penned a very endearing poem. I loved it.