My sun is like the sun to me,
He shines right through my sadness.
Just to look at him is a way to bring me through a rain of heavy fall.
My son is like the sun to me,
He is a joy, you can hear it in his voice.
His mum helped him with that and so did I abit.
May I not pass down hot potatoes of my sodden sicknesses,
But the light that I have picked up along my journeys.
May they know that I will always love them.