Blank Page

Before you,                                        
I was merely a blank.                              
                                                 
Royally I would sit                              
Upon the mahogany                              
Desk.Waiting for you                              
To crown me with your words.

All around me sat a dozen                    
Others- pristinely white                    
And crisp, yellow and self                    
Adhering, lined with dancing          
Fairies in the corner                              
Beckoning pen to page.                    
                                                 
Before you,          
I was merely a blank.

I was meant for meaning,
Words that mattered.

Not loose  phone numbers,
Not grocery lists,
Not baby names,
Not a list of errands.

Real words-
A love letter,
A thank you note,
A secret journal entry.

Before you,
I was merely a blank
Page.  Empty,
Waiting to be fulfilled.

The day you chose me
Was like the day of my birth-
Having waited so long
To escape this nothingness.

Upon me you gave me your world-
Your home,
Your tree,
Your sister,
Your parents-
Mother and Father

All the colors of the world,
Your world.  The smudge of your fingertip forever
Imprinted with the paint you spread across me
Breathing life.  And I thought only words were important
Until you with your chubby fingers
Calming my need
Until you,
I was merely a blank page.