Little, Special Piece of Wood

I have a little, special, piece of wood
It’s like an owl, scanning the room.
In its little nest.
With all the rest.
This little, special, piece of wood.
So quiet and so good.
It has a small, little handle.
With a light pink grip.
This little, special, piece of wood.
Has a little personality.
It’s as wooden as wood.
And talk a lot it could
This little, special, piece of wood.
It sits, and stays as it should
It watches me when I am sleeping.
And holds a great, precious memory.
This little special piece of wood.
Will always be special.
And never be little to me.
Oh what a little special piece of wood.