By Mikayla Gounard, age 10

You are not delicate.
You are the moonlight of unique iridescence.
You are nothing but love drifting away on a summer day.
You are like a rough teddy bear nobody wants to cuddle.
You are a dog that got lost in the riverbed and got found by a loving one.
You are a beautiful monster who drifted off to sleep like a baby.
You are a bucket of sequins shining bright.
You are a screw whirling in the wind like a butterfly nobody wants to tame.
You are my sunshine.
I see through a mirror not knowing where you are.
You are a bunch of carrots getting sold, getting transferred.
Home by home. Mouth by mouth.
You are safe by my side, like a precious diamond shining bright.
You are not delicate.