You

• Laura Sales, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2005

When my heart is low and sunk to the floor,
You’re the one who picks it up,
You’re the one at my door,
Pass it to me on a golden platter,
Always asking ‘what’s the matter’,
Always concerned for my feelings.

I’d be nothing without you,
You’re the foundation of everything good,
You’re my support and I think I should,
Thank you more often and let you know,
You’re the light in my darkness,
Leading the path of my life,
And if you weren’t here – if you disappeared,
I would fall to the floor and hit down hard,
Then pick myself back up,
And find you.