Life through a pencil

Slender fingers wrap around me and

With unsure movements begins a hand

That learns how to write with me.

A friend

Always there, for you to give your thoughts to until the end

In a journal that is written with me.

Love letters

With words delicately chosen to reflect the heart of one to the expecter

On a paper that is created by me.

Vows

Promises that are written and rewritten before onto another person they endow

Planned by both you and me.

Sorry

For those last moments of worry

Before you passed on without me.

And then another little hand grabs me.