My Precious Pencil Case

Every night, it sits in the darkness of a school bag.

Every morning it gets pulled out and laid upon a desk.

Every day, stationery are taken out and put back in,

But sometimes some don’t come back-for a few reasons.

During the day it sits next to a water bottle,

And to be taken back to its home- my bag.

A precious souvenir- a keychain is hooked onto it,

With every sliver of light it glistens ever so brightly.

This adds to the reason it is so important to me

Memories flood back when I look at it-

Finding it, the only one of its kind on the shelf-

Unique

Never in my life have I seen such a pencil case before,

Nor have I seen another copy of it.

That is the one of the only reasons it is special to me.

My precious pencil case