In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pens and Pencils.”
Pens and pencils crayons too fill up the jars on my desk.
Lonely they have been of late , the keyboard robbed them of my touch.
To hold you dearly in my hand , oh fountain pen you hold such charm.
How did it come to this sad state that my real blue ink lays in wait.
Hands are shaking from your touch making all my letters quiver .
Maybe tomorrow I will ask, grand daughter Kate to enjoy this task .
Her hand is steady the ink will flow from a pen from grandma don’t you know.