You And Me

• Emma Biden, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

Everything's a blur. Everything but you and me. I see your gorgeous blonde hair whipping in the air, your beautiful brown eyes deep enough to see into your soul. I can hear your bright giggle, as warming as the sun rising in the east.
You hold onto me with your life. I feel your elf like hands holding with all your might. You trust me, I can feel that.
When I place you down on the sea of greenery, you reach out for me like I'm your favourite toy. Yet I can see your longing goes deeper than that.
But I have to go, I have to leave. You know that I'll be back tomorrow, but still I see a teardrop escape your eye, a tiny raindrop. Then I'm gone. I'm just your babysitter.