Mama's Poems

Walking pencils, dancing pens, The show always stops when daytime ends. Repeat Performances are never rare. They also do magic when they disappear. My mother wrote this poem before my older brother and I were born to call out theiving coworkers. She was working an office job at the time, and all of her coworkers kept stealing her pens and pencils. One day when she'd had enough, she wrote this poem, and taped it to a shoebox. The next day when she got to work, she put the shoebox at the front of her desk, and left it there for the day. By the time she left work that night, the shoebox was overfilled with her missing pens and pencils. This poem was my favorite of the poems that my mother ever wrote, even after the one she wrote about me, which will be the next chapter. Thank you all for your patience with me while I work through my writer's block, and I hope you enjoy the poetry. Please note that while my mother may not have written all of them personally, she at least had a hand in helping write them. Thank you again, and I apologize for the long wait.