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.