Most likely

Most likely there was a time.
When either your mom or dad.
Held you close. Looked in your eyes. And from the very pit of their soul. Wanted to sing a song or exclaim how wonderful you are
and how great you make life and how just having you in their life sometimes was the only thing that gave them real joy
in times when life was very hard. Most likely.
Hopefully.
Maybe.
Just maybe. They sang a simple song with you. Hopefully you remember it. It’ll make sense someday.

“You are my sunshine. My only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You’ll never know dear How much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away. “