A Sensitive Memoir: Joanna

Oh, Joanna...

How I will miss thee!

Your smooth lines,

Your retractable ball-pointedness,

No other pen is the same.

I miss the way I'd accidentally

Smudge your ink with the side of my pinkie finger...

How we'd laugh together when we wrote stupid things...

Oh, Joanna!

You were my child,

My friend,

My love,

And, above all,

You were my pen, my beloved pen.

Goodbye, Joanna,

How I will miss thee...