The Giver(book) Sunshine

Feeling the Giver’s cold touch, that sent shivers down my spine,
Of the old man’s crippled hands on my back.
Closed my eyes to enjoy another happy memory,
There I was, staring at the sky, coldness the air lacked.
Feeling something so pleasantly divine.

I lay on the ground, feeling the warmth all around,
Everywhere, on my shoulders, my legs, and definitely my face.
The air felt hot and heavy as I took a breath in.
I let myself enjoy the warmth’s embrace.
Silence was friendly, nothing made a sound.

The heat came for somewhere above,
I didn’t move; I just laid there enjoying the heat.
Feeling the odd sensation made me softly smile.
The memory so happy, so sweet.
But what was this memory I experienced of?

But then I could feel the memory decline,
The giver’s hands slowly pull aside.
Suddenly the word for the memory popped in my head.
To the Giver I said with much pride.
Opening my eyes, I said aloud, “Sunshine.”