By Valerie Winkle

I compare you- not to the notebooks
that portray my intricate writings,
Nor to the pen I so religiously hold within my hand.
You are much like the shiny ink
that touches the sadness in my mind.

You are heartfelt perception, silent serenity,
warmth, and understanding-
An outstretched hand when my pen has forsaken me,
Kind words of freedom when darkness clouds my mind.
When I think of you my pen becomes immortal
and my paper, content.

For my loving sister-in-law Angela

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