Gobbling Sunshine

When we were little girls
My mom used to give us raisins
I couldn't figure out why

Why would someone eat it?
Why put the little shriveled thing in your mouth?
But then she told us...

The sun had done that
So when we ate the raisins
It was like gobbling up the sunshine

And my sister immediately 
Ate every single one of hers
But I just didn't understand

Why would I want to eat the sun?
And why did it shrivel up this poor
Little fruit, once full of juice

I also didn't go outside
Without a huge rain coat on
For fear of the sun shriveling me up like the raisin

It took years for my mom 
To convince me different
And for the first time, I ate a raisin

The saddest part is
I liked it...
Hehe
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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