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A Season of Sun
On this day in May, it was slowly turning into Summer
What a relief after a long, cold winter
My fan had become my best friend
And I loved to wake up and open the shades in my kitchen with the sun coming in
I cried a lot because he wasn't there
Left with only the memories of yesteryear
Wishing I could bring them back
And have the love and support that I used to.
Laughing in the waters of Santa Monica and Mazatlan
Like, when was young, I wanted to do.
I was thankful to be alive
To hear the reassurance of mothers
When their babies start to cry
To be grateful for my writing table
And be thankful to be able
To wake up and see the sun
And know that God's work is not done.
Copyright ©
Julie Worthington
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