What Does “Sonshine” Mean?

June, 2011

Dear reader: This post is a re-posting from April 8, 2010. My son recently had a traumatic brain injury due to an accident while trimming a tree. I will be unable to do my regular postings for awhile. The post below was written about my son. As soon as possible, I will continue with new and diverse posts. Thanks, in advance, for your understanding.

On June 22, 2011, my “Sonshine,” Erik G. Rogers, died from the traumatic brain injury incurred on June 11. May his memory be eternal!

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Let’s make a slight change to the first line of the old Stevie Wonder song quoted in the picture of the sun to the left of these words.

You are the “sonshine” of my life

That’s why I’ll always be around,

You are the apple of my eye,

Forever you’ll stay in my heart.


So, I’ll bet you’re wondering what the meaning of the title and beginning poem is about. Well, first let me make it clear that I borrowed this from the first verse of Stevie Wonder’s lyrics to You Are The Sunshine Of My Life. Secondly, the word “sonshine” refers to my son and how he is like sunshine that breaks though the clouds on a gray day. Truly, a mood changing beam of brightness in a dark abyss!

The Sun!

Without getting too specific, our son has helped us recently through some emotional times. He has offered and given to us, my wife and me, counseling, friendship, support and love. I am so proud of the man he has become. His strength, tenderness, thoughtfulness, patience and rationality is something this father respects more than can be expressed with these words.

But, I am writing this as a post for more than just praising my son. I have used the first four lines of You Are The Sunshine Of My Life because of some strong feelings I’ve had lately AND its melody, of which I haven’t been able to get out of my head. As hinted earlier, the word sonshine is a “play on words” that I used in place of sunshine in the Stevie Wonder song.

Recently, after spending some time with our son, I found myself humming the melody of You are the sunshine of my life. That song, for some unknown reason, has always seemed like a happy tune to me. Whenever I have heard it on the radio, I have been uplifted by the song. It’s one of those songs that helps bring joy in my life. This is exactly what I have experienced as a result of the relationship I have with my son. He brings joy to my life!

The Son!

As I was writing the previous paragraph, I couldn’t help thinking about my mother and one of her favorite songs, “Joy To The World,” by Three Dog Night. That song would help bring joy into her life each time she heard it. Also, she would often hum the tune to help change her mood from “down-to-up.” In my case, Stevie Wonder’s tune is not necessarily serving the same purpose as Joy To The World did for my mother; it is now representing someone who has, at times, helped change my mood from “down-to-up.”

As I reread what I had written so far, I realized that you might be wondering about the overall purpose for this post. Well, I wanted to not only outwardly announce my feelings for my son, but also use this as a way to learn about my feelings. As you may have read in my blog before, one of the purposes for it, is to use it as a forum to “write for learning. In this post, I wanted to learn what and how I really felt inside my mind. You see, too often in my past, I have not expressed what I really feel. As I am writing this, I am actively learning and expressing what I feel. Wow, this “writing for learning” is really working. Yea! :-)

The Sonshine!

In the past, I have been rightfully accused of not being an outwardly warm and demonstratively caring person. For example, I can remember, as a small boy, begging my mother to not make me hug my aunts when we traveled to Des Moines, Iowa for our biannual family visit. I can also reflect on numerous times, while my children were growing up, that I wasn’t as outwardly warm and caring as they, nor I, wanted me to be. Though I’ve not been as warm and outwardly caring in my body language, I have always felt, inwardly, a feeling of warmth for all of my relatives – aunts, siblings, children, etc. Perhaps, this post will help some readers “see” what feelings are really inside of me, but still not expressed outwardly.

So, what does “sonshine” mean to me? It means: like the sunshine strengthens and brightens my life on the outside, my son strengthens and brightens my life on the inside. He is my “sonshine!” :-)

How about a comment on sonshine or sunshine? :-)

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What Does “Sonshine” Mean?

April, 2010

Let’s make a slight change to the first line of the old Stevie Wonder song quoted in the picture of the sun to the left of these words.

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You are the “sonshine” of my life

That’s why I’ll always be around,

You are the apple of my eye,

Forever you’ll stay in my heart.

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So, I’ll bet you are wondering what the meaning of the title and beginning poem is about. Well, first let me make it clear that I borrowed this from the first verse of Stevie Wonder’s lyrics to You Are The Sunshine Of My Life. Secondly, the word “sonshine” refers to my son and how he is like sunshine that breaks though the clouds on a gray day. Truly, a mood changing beam of brightness in a dark abyss!

The Sun!

Without getting too specific, our son has helped us recently through some emotional times. He has offered and given to us, my wife and me, counseling, friendship, support and love. I am so proud of the man he has become. His strength, tenderness, thoughtfulness, patience and rationality is something this father respects more than can be expressed with these words.

But, I am writing this as a post for more than just praising my son. I have used the first four lines of You Are The Sunshine Of My Life because of some strong feelings I’ve had lately AND its melody, of which I haven’t been able to get out of my head. As hinted earlier, the word sonshine is a “play on words” that I used in place of sunshine in the Stevie Wonder song.

Recently, after spending some time with our son, I found myself humming the melody of You are the sunshine of my life. That song, for some unknown reason, has always seemed like a happy tune to me. Whenever I have heard it on the radio, I have been uplifted by the song. It’s one of those songs that helps bring joy in my life. This is exactly what I have experienced as a result of the relationship I have with my son. He brings joy to my life!

The Son!

As I was writing the previous paragraph, I couldn’t help thinking about my mother and one of her favorite songs, “Joy To The World,” by Three Dog Night. That song would help bring joy into her life each time she heard it. Also, she would often hum the tune to help change her mood from “down-to-up.” In my case, Stevie Wonder’s tune is not necessarily serving the same purpose as Joy To The World did for my mother; it is now representing someone who has, at times, helped change my mood from “down-to-up.”

As I reread what I had written so far, I realized that you might be wondering about the overall purpose for this post. Well, I wanted to not only outwardly announce my feelings for my son, but also use this as a way to learn about my feelings. As you may have read in my blog before, one of the purposes for it, is to use it as a forum to “write for learning. In this post, I wanted to learn what and how I really felt inside my mind. You see, too often in my past, I have not expressed what I really feel. As I am writing this, I am actively learning and expressing what I feel. Wow, this “writing for learning” is really working. Yea! :-)

The Sonshine!

In the past, I have been rightfully accused of not being an outwardly warm and demonstratively caring person. For example, I can remember, as a small boy, begging my mother to not make me hug my aunts when we traveled to Des Moines, Iowa for our biannual family visit. I can also reflect on numerous times, while my children were growing up, that I wasn’t as outwardly warm and caring as they, nor I, wanted me to be. Though I’ve not been as warm and outwardly caring in my body language, I have always felt, inwardly, a feeling of warmth for all of my relatives – aunts, siblings, children, etc. Perhaps, this post will help some readers “see” what feelings are really inside of me, but still not expressed outwardly.

So, what does “sonshine” mean to me? It means: like the sunshine strengthens and brightens my life on the outside, my son strengthens and brightens my life on the inside. He is my “sonshine!” :-)

How about a comment on sonshine or sunshine? :-)


“Retrospection!” Or “Why Reflect On Life?”

April, 2010

Is a rainbow a life reflection?

Last Summer, Bill, a friend of mine from my college days, contacted me through Facebook. He had lived overseas for quite awhile and we had lost touch with each other during that time. After arriving back in the States, he did a search for my name on Facebook and after successfully finding me, he sent me an e-mail. We have exchanged many e-mails since then – most of them for the purpose of trying to catch-up on over thirty years of life.

Last Fall, in one of my e-mails to Bill, I asked if he would write something for my blog. He said he would, and recently he sent me the following poem entitled: Life’s Reflections. I read it and really liked it. While I prepared it for this post, I asked him to give me some personal background information. Bill responded by asking me to only say: “I am an old college friend who has done a lot of retrospection about life and sent it to you.

Retrospection – What a great word! It usually implies looking back and/or reviewing past events or situations in one’s own life. Considering that and reading his poem, I can see my ever-thoughtful friend, Bill Reed, looking back and reviewing his life in pleasing poetic prose. (Pleasing poetic prose – don’t you just love the alliteration? :-)

Enjoy reflecting with Bill. See if any of your thoughts and feelings are contained within his words.

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Life’s Reflections

By: Bill D. Reed

Sometimes in life’s passing days;

What we dream or desire will pass away.

Those things we hold so true and dear;

May be challenged by negative thoughts and fear.

No man is an island you heard it said;

But in truth we are all alone at the end of the day.

For what we possess at life’s end;

Are the accumulated deeds to the creator we send.

What did I do to follow the Golden Rule?

Was I kind and thoughtful or was I deceiving and cruel?

Was it the money and power that I craved?

Or, was it kindness and goodness that swayed how I behaved?

Life is not an easy path to follow;

Without values, principles, and virtue it becomes quite hollow.

We must all reflect on the inner light;

And forgive and remember we all share the same plight.

So it goes each passing generation;

Have we made progress for all since our creation.

Did we give more than we have taken?

Did we hold fast to those values we learned not to be forsaken?

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R2’s “reflections” on Life’s Reflections

I especially like the last six lines of Bill’s poem.  Here’s some elaboration.

Wow, my life reflection is bigger than life! :-)

The first two of these lines, “We must all reflect on the inner light; And forgive and remember we all share the same plight,” invites me to look from within and remember that we all share the sidewalk of life.

The next two lines, “So it goes each passing generation; Have we made progress for all since creation,” reminds me to help make our lives better.

The last two lines, “Did we give more than we have taken? – Did we hold fast to those values we learned not to be forsaken?” encourages me to question my legacy.

Of course, these are some of my feelings that I emotionally felt while reading Bill’s poem. Wordsworth defined poetry as “the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.” What I have expressed in writing about the last six lines of “Life’s Reflections,” is a spontaneous overflow of the powerful feelings I felt as I read them.

And finally, I end with a “thank-you” poem to my friend.

To Bill

From: Ron

Thank you for you,

And for who you are

However far away;

And for the words you send to me

Thoughtful reflections that say,

What a good friend you must be.


S2 – A Product Of Silverstein & Seuss

February, 2009

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Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda

By Shel Silverstein

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas


Layin’ in the sun,


Talkin’ ’bout the things


They woulda coulda shoulda done…


But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas


All ran away and hid


From one little Did.

In my past life, as a teacher, I would often use the above poem by Shel Silverstein to emphasize to my students the need to do assignments in a timely manner. I’m sure you can remember times when someone said to you: I woulda… , or I coulda…. or I shoulda… done “such and such.”

It seems to me that this poem is an excellent personal mantra to ward off procrastination. Anytime one is faced with “putting things off to another time,” s/he should say the poem to her/himself. It’s cute and to the point.

The poem is from Silverstein’s book Falling Up, published in 1996. It contains many good poems but the “Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda” poem is my favorite. I find Shel Silverstein and Dr. Seuss to be two very interesting poets. They both appeal to children and also are very popular with adults.

OK, so I’ve mentioned Dr. Seuss (real name, Theodor Seuss Geisel) and I’ll bet you are wondering if I have a favorite from him.

Yep, I do, in fact two,

and here they are, especially for you. :-)

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“Today you are You,

that is truer than true.

There is no one alive who is

You-er than You.”

-Dr. Seuss

“Be who you are and say what you feel

Because those who mind don’t matter 

and those who matter don’t mind.”

-Dr. Seuss

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If thinking requires food, then Silverstein and Seuss provide “organic” food for thought.

Just my opinion – what do you think?

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Dr. Seuss

 
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Love And Time Poem?

January, 2009

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Love And Time

Love is a quality

Time is a quantity

Love is a qualitative piece of eternity

Time is a quantitative piece of eternity

Should love be timed?

Should time be loved?

I’m thinking there is a connection between love and time.  The “poem” above gives you an idea of what I mean.  I put the word “poem” in quotes to emphasize that I’m not comfortable in declaring that it is a poem.  Verbiage, statements, rambling, etc. might be better descriptions, but for now, I think I will call it poetry.

Now let’s dive deeper into love and time.  There is a short story entitled “Love And Time” that shows how love and other feelings we humans have can be metaphorically viewed. The last line declares that only time is capable of understanding how valuable love is.  How true.

From my point of view, being a person who is beyond mature, time truly has given me the understanding of how valuable love is.  As a child, I saw love as a “feel-good” emotion.  I now see love as an emotion that I only understand with the passing of time AND that for love to be true it must be tested with time.

Perhaps Laura Nyro said it best in her song Time And Love .  She sang that “nothing cures like time and love.”  If it takes time to have true love and love is, at least in my opinion, a good and “curing” emotion, then indeed, I have the answers to my questions.

Should love be timed?  YES!

Should time be loved?  YES!

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Poetry – Father, Mother and Dad

January, 2009

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The 1st picture, above and on top, was taken when I was two and with my Mother and Father.  The 2nd picture was taken when my sister was two (I’m not in the picture) and with my Mother and Dad (step-father).  The 1st picture  was taken approximately seven years before the 2nd one. Yes, that’s a cigarette in her hand. :-)

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One of my recent comments asked for more poetry.  I have one that I would like to share.

Many years ago I wrote a poem about my parents.  It was written five years after my last living parent, my mother, died.

My father died when I was five years old and my mother remarried.  Therefore, I have had two “Dads” and one Mom.  My poem was an attempt to emotionally describe my thoughts regarding these three important people in my life.  Note that in the poem I refer to three parents — Father, Mother and Dad.  Dad is my step-father.

Some background regarding this poem. I wrote this poem in 1994 after my father, step-father and mother had died. My father died in 1951, my step-father in 1971 and my mother in 1989. On the five-year anniversary of my mother’s death this poem was created.

WHEN
by Ron Rogers 10/16/94

When my father died I was very young,
And my mother told me while yet my tongue,
Let out so little noise of weep and sorrow,
I thought today was no different than tomorrow.

When my dad died I was young in years,
And my mother told me while yet my ears,
Heard much about the noise of sorrow,
I thought today was less than tomorrow.

When my mother died I was working fine,
And my sister told me while yet my mind,
Felt much about the loss and sorrow,
I thought today was made for tomorrow.

When tomorrow arrived I was here today,
And myself told me while yet I pray,
That so little is known about my sorrow,
For I thought today was my tomorrow.

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Poetry And Obama

January, 2009

Let’s have a poem for the new year.  Well, not necessarily a poem pertaining to the new year but a short poem to start our poetic expression off to a good emotional start. :-)

I read recently that President-Elect Obama is a fan of poetry.  I think having a president that appreciates poetry and in fact, reads it, is a plus for our nation.  There is more to any part of life than the unemotionally logical aspect.  Hurray for Obama and our country.  What a refreshing change.  Just my opinion, of course.

Back to the poem.  My new one for today and year is:

Love Is Now!

Yesterday’s love is like yesterday’s hug -only a memory.

Tomorrow’s love is like tomorrow’s hug -only a dream.

Love is present – a gift that only can be given in the present.

Love is now!

As you can read, the poem is about love.  I like to think of love in terms of poetry.  How about you?

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