My Pencil

The marvelous words that flow from your tip neverending, everlasting and so sweet...
Who could ever know the comfort I feel - when you're in my hand I'm complete!

You take me to worlds that I never have seen and show me the dark of the moon….
You comfort, you startle, you invite and invoke - the ending she comes way too soon!

You're bold and relaxed never timid nor shy - you write what I wish I could say…
And the people who read never know of your might - they assume that it's just Lilly's way!

So it is for you that I write this poem - to thank you for all of your magic…
For without you I'm lifeless, deflated and poor - and for me that it just simply tragic!