Well, yes, I am a pen,
but not just any pen
I'm the one she chose to use today.
Not the purple or the pink,
today's her day for turquoise ink.
That makes me special, doesn't it?
I hope she writes a song, a lullaby,
or a poem that makes them cry,
but she could just as easily make a list.
I'll be just as happy either way,
to know I helped her work, or play.
So, when this day is finally done,
And I'm returned to my box,
relegated to my usual slot,
Everyone will know, I was a special pen.
A contest entry
- Inanimate Objects... by surface--tension.
600 points, ended May 21, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Brilliant!!!
I love it!!! 
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That was a really intresting read. I enjoyed it. Though I'm not sure I get it completely. It was sort of sweet
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GOOD
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