Sunshine in the lounge room

 

You are my sunshine

 

The player piano

gave me the words

there on the roll

 

My only sunshine

 

I pushed the pedals

and sang at the top

of my voice

 

You make me happy

 

And I was happy

there in the lounge room

with no sunshine at all

 

When skies are grey

 

skies might have been blue

or grey with rain

But the piano played for me

 

Please don’t take my sunshine away

 

Virginia Lowe

• Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15

Virginia said: I can’t hear the word without (mentally) singing the song, which I learned in childhood, just as the poem says.