He Carried the Sun

He whistled tunes like morning light,
With laughter tucked in every line.
He wore December on his coat—
But never let the cold inside.

Took me once to see the blue and white,
A boy, a scarf, a father’s pride.
That day I caught the spark in him—
The way the sun was held within.

He spoke of Bella, Bregman too,
Of matches lost and skies so blue.
I smiled, though names meant none to me—
He smiled because I let them be.
And when the chant began to rise,
We sang the Zebra Twist with pride.

Five more years, when three months were given,
He didn't fight, he just kept living.
No drama, no complaint, no fear,
Just joy that grew from year to year.

His stories danced at every feast,
With paper crowns and foolish speech.
We laughed until we couldn’t breathe—
That’s how he gave, and how he’d leave.

He looked at me that morning light,
No hero talk, no plans to fight.
He said: “I’ll walk, not crawl through this,”
And trusted me with what he missed.

He called us all by name again,
Even when the clock grew thin.
And when the memory turned to mist,
His love still knew what silence missed.

He missed the song by just one day—
But left his music in our way.
He carried the sun through winter’s door...
And now it shines a little more.
We sent him off with a sailor’s prayer—
“Boy, come back again someday.”
Yes, now it shines a little more.

You carried the sun,
You carried it far.
Through seasons and silence,
Through stories and stars.
And now it shines—
Because you were here.

You carried the sun,
You carried it far.
Through seasons and silence,
Through stories and stars.