GRIEF Poem: The Sun, by Steven Mittelman

The sun used to make you happy
You squinted toward the sky, cheeks reddening as we waited
You laid on your towel, baking on hot concrete
While we sheltered under umbrellas
You stripped off your clothes and bounded into the pool
Not a care in the world
What happened?
Your world became brown and gray
You don’t see the yellow and pink and forest green
The sun now means sweat
And tired
A broken air conditioner and a hot car
If you tell me what changed, I’ll do anything to fix it
Has the sun dimmed?
I’ll buy you a house with a pool and a big soft towel to lay on
Is it too strong?
I’ll buy you sunscreen
And a floppy hat
The sun hasn’t moved
Or changed
It’s still in the sky
Lighting billions of faces
Warming skin
Come on
Get up
Please come outside
I’ll show you the sun

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