Poor Little Pencil

Do you ever think
when you drop a pencil
its insides can shatter?

When I was a little girl
I used to think that thought
every time I dropped one.

I used to
pick it up gently,
cradle it in my
little hands.

I used to
apologise,
profusely.
My poor pencil.

But now,
no such thought passes
through my mind.
It makes you think.

When did we stop
caring about pencils?
Why did we stop
caring about pencils?

We are too busy!
We have more important things
to spend our precious time
thinking about.

Of course.

So we ignore
the poor little pencil,
that is always there.

We forget.

Spring to Summer

A crawl at first,

by with two feet planted firmly on the soft grass,

she rises.

Her first steps shaky,

hobbling forward,

falling down every once in a while.

Wriggling out of her coat,

she tries again,

pushing herself off the ground to stand.

Just as the rain can spoil

a spring day,

she falls again.

But just as the outbreaks

of a summer's sun shine through clouds,

she stands and takes another step.

Her movements 

slowly becoming steadier,

until her legs no longer quiver.

Finally making the transition

from a crawl to a walk

from spring to summer.