Another Sapphire
By Richelle J
It filled the missing space.
It’s the perfect puzzle piece.
The last memory of my school
Is always in my heart.
I write with it.
A sapphire in my hand.
Everyday in its box
With the colour of winter.
It’s nothing unique to you.
It’s just a simple pen.
It’s nothing different from others
But it’s special to me.
It travels with me
Whenever I’m on holidays.
I never leave it behind.
It’s a sapphire in my hand.
