A ceramic china plate,
As fragile as the memories it holds,
Illustrated by myself,
When I was younger.
Eternally used,
But seldom touched.
It is too shy for that.

The picture on it was one whole,
But now the only colour is my name.
A disc of memories,
To everybody, valueless,
To me, priceless.

A companion,
The companion,
My companion...
...for life.

For ever.