Rays of sun flow into our house
Filling our home with a golden glowing warmth
I see the sun spots
Feeding the plants in our garden
Strawberries grow giving the garden a bright red hue
And filling it with a bitter sweet sent
I see the sun spots
Lighting our path home from the convenience store
Carrying bags of groceries to make dinner
I see the sun spots
Beating down on our patched up roof
Overflowing in the room where we await for our dads
return from hunting for crabs
But he never showed
I feel the sun spots
Igniting the plants in our strawberry garden
Where we buried our grandfather without help
I feel the sun spots
Setting ablaze the path I walk from the convenience
store
Seeing my father with a woman I've never seen
Pretending not to know me
I feel the sun spots
Lighting up our falling apart house
Guiding my way on the narrows dirt road
And filling our strawberry garden
I live the sun spots
{this poem was inspired by a book called "the gods lie." by Kaori Ozaki}
