Poem “It Began With Sun beams”

It Began with Sunbeams


Lying in my bed

Early morning

Sunbeams on my face

Sensing your presence

Telling me it’s time

To greet a new day

Birds singing here a gleeful, there a melancholy tone

Melodic mentions of sound intentions

Some staccato

Some lyrical

Nature’s orchestra plays on

luring my heart strings to be strummed

Gently hush the voices

Playing inside my head

Grow quiet to listen

to the symphony that surrenders me

Winning me over

A captive patron of the arts

Oh Great Mother,

Soothe this vessel that suffers,

With the comfort of your voice


Neal Klein
Life After Emilee, on the loss of my wife to pancreatic cancer. I’m not accepting comments right now but please feel free to get in touch via my Contact page.