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