
Sometimes I want someone to do this for me.
Goodnight beautiful Sun. Rest.
Your body must ache from all that work.
Day after day you burn,
always shining, never asking anything from me.
Day after day, you show up
Day after day, you move
Day after day, you lie down knowing
Tomorrow must come and so you
Cheerfully plunge
Into darkness.
For me.
Tonight, you rest though.
I’ve lit this candle to help share the load.
Thank you for what you do. I see you. I appreciate you.
You rest.
I’ll wait here with this candle until you return.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
That’s very pretty, Andy!
It’s a lovely poem. For the first time in my 77 years I’m taking a poetry class, despite 40 years of writing. They would like your poem.
And I love the photograph.