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My Only
A crimson, vibrant, splattered speck
drifting, humming
the one song
My Mom always sang to me
You are my sunshine;
My only
Drizzles of golden, rosy mist floating
falling
Warm; my mother's hugs
She never wanted me to feel cold
Like she once did
All alone
So the sunflowers show
Bloom, spreading their golden arms
Stained by the twinkling, sunset haze
Teardrops trickling down the stem
Dwindling into the soil
swirling,
dancing In the very roots
You are home
To all the bees
And the butterflies
In the dusky, thick air engulfing light
Still, you show
Because you are home
You are my sunshine;
My only.
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This poem is about the nostalgic time of childhood, and how it always sticks with people, even in adulthood. It is, of course, based on the song "You Are My Sunshine," originally sung by Jimmie Davis.