As an ink pen,
you express yourself
in graceful, flowing strokes,
and I, your parchment,
would let you practice
your cursive
until you mastered
every letter.
(And, between letters,
I lament
that the alphabet
has only 26.)
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
As an ink pen,
you express yourself
in graceful, flowing strokes,
and I, your parchment,
would let you practice
your cursive
until you mastered
every letter.
(And, between letters,
I lament
that the alphabet
has only 26.)