You Are My April
By: Fatima Younis,
Staff Writer
You are my April,
When I can't wait for spring,
You are my September,
When it is fall I want to bring.
You are my home,
When I am tired of travel,
You are my band-aid,
When I've scraped my knee on the gravel.
You are my freedom,
When I've been stuck in rubble,
You are my reason,
When I get tangled in a web of trouble.
You are my water,
When my lips have been parched with thirst,
You are my air,
When in swimming I've been submersed.
You have not any idea,
The extent of your meaning to me.
It’s even more than you think,
It is to the next degree