My dearest pencil,
Could you draw me a life
Where I’d live without fear, sadness, and strife?
My sketchbook paper,
May you provide me a place,
To smile, to laugh, to draw and erase?
My favorite pen,
Could you write me a story
Where I am happy, and live without worry?
My vibrant watercolors,
Can you paint me a spot,
Where can I go, but others cannot?
My pencil, My sketchbook, My paints, and My pen.
You’ve all stayed here, with me, to the end.