My Shine

The sun is shining
As it always does
But you could tell
By the simple chill
That winter was, of course
On its way.
The buncle of clothes
Stood by the door
Only not to be worn
Anymore.
My shine is gone.
I miss it so.
And its all because of my dear Joe.
Sadly, he was killed
By winter's chill.
Today's the day
He was to school.
My poor little boy
He took my shine
I do not want it back.
If I cant have
My little man.
That shine of mine
Would go to waste.