To My Sketchbook

Free Verse

Dear Sketchbook,

I try to take care of you.

Yet your pages are still torn.

Your cover still muddy.

I use your pages almost every day!

I handle them with utmost care.

It's other people, throwing you around.

I'm sorry, I try to get you back.

People pull you away from me

While I try to tape or glue you together again.

They plead me to look at my drawings.

Yet they ruin them all the same.

I'm sorry I call you sketchbook,

you just remind me of one.

Your pages your heart, your cover your smile.

I really am sorry tape is all I have.