When she comes skipping
Through the hallway
She waters us,
Like growingflowers.
And we thank her for being there.
She brings sunlight to ourlives.
And turns out our sadness
When it rains.
When she comesshining into the room,
She comes into our hearts,
Like rooting into softmoist dirt.
Even during sad times
We can see her sunshine
Thatpromises day after day.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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