The Sun Poem by Clare Will

I remember the way the sun looked that day.
The day we said our final goodbye,
The day I carried you to your final resting place.
I could stare straight at it,
It was dim and plain.
Was it a sign that you were safe?
A sign not to cry and mourn you?
Or just a strange phenomenon on an even stranger day?
It was chilly but it seemed I could grab the sun right out of the sky,
And warm everyone up.
I don't know what's up there, but you do now.
Maybe you know my nickname is sunshine girl,
And that sign was for me.
The sign to say, "I made it, don't worry anymore about me. I'm safe now, and I'll watch over you until the day you meet me here."
Your shelter was a gorgeous pearl blue, brighter than the sky will ever be.
And the flowers that lid upon it, were all chosen by us and placed carefully by sympathetic workers.
That same sun grew those flowers,
The sun that you now control.
We love you, and your light shines on everyone.
Keep it sunny for us down here, Grandma.