The Ambassador of Sunshine

The Ambassador of Sunshine

She introduced herself on my doorstep,

The Ambassador of Sunshine,

I asked to see ID,

So she smiled –

And my concerns lifted,

My face collected colour,

My eyelids high-fived,

“Could you put your credentials away?” I squinted,

But she kept smiling,

Explaining she was only doing her job,

And offered me some factor 50,

I offered back a cup of tea,

And broke out the posh biscuits,

Hoping the chocolate wouldn’t melt,

But she wouldn’t step inside,

“Doors don’t knock themselves” she said,

“Sunshine doesn’t just appear”,

And as a Scotsman,

I agreed –

Biscuits still in hand,

Confectionery had never felt so trivial,

As she continued on her path,

This bright, young thing,

That spoke in sunbeams and riddles,

That left me wanting more,

Left me huddled under shrugging clouds,

Hoping to feel her smile on my face again,

But my tan was already fading,

Fading –

Faded –

Gone.