THE SUN AND ME
The sun finds a hole in a cloud.
It shines on me.
‘Why on me?’ I say to the sun.
‘Because you’ve just begun.’
‘Mummy says I am three.’
‘That’s fine,’ says the sun,
‘You’ve just begun. Not me.’
I look at the sun, I can hardly see –
It’s so big and shiny and proud.
I am proud to be three
With a shine that is mine.
I smile like the sun
It’s fine.
Jaz Stutley
