The Shapeshifter

Written at age 14 for my grandma, who gave me the gift of poetry

Read for her one last time at her funeral in November 2025

If you are ever cold

I will be your sweater

Always keeping you warm

On nights you cannot weather

If you are ever falling

And somehow lose your grip

I will be your parachute

In case you ever trip

If you are ever tired

But can’t sleep on your own

I will be your blanket

And you will never be alone

If you are ever a bird

Flying over the sea

I will be beside you

Together we will be free

And if you can’t remember

How much you mean to me

I will remind you again

Until you can clearly see

If you ever need me

To fight troubles our world may bring

I will always shapeshift

For you I would be anything