Very Special

Very special
It sits up on a very high
All alone and by itself
The colour of it is brown
With marks all around
It shows us how much we’ve grown
From small groans to big bones
The pages feel as light as a feather
But the outside as rough as leather
On the front it has a nought and cross
This thing belongs to the boss
It is going to be handed to us one day
That means we can write in it and have a say
It shows us what we did when we were smaller
And it shows how much we’ve grown taller