Mother Sun
By Grace C
Published 24 July 2024
She is the one who provides light and makes life happy.
I wonder when her light will die.
She sounds peaceful and happy though she doesn’t speak.
She smells like a warm cake straight out of the oven.
She tastes like a hot roll baked by her own flames.
I want her warm arms wrapping around me.
I ask, can you see me?
She says, I can hear you from above but you are the size of a flea.