The Birth Of A Story

How a story is born

The Birth of a Story

 

The mother...a pencil

The father.....a paper

Will come together

And a child will be born

The child's name

You shall choose

Their personality

At your command

　

You can watch them grow

Word by word

Sentence by sentence

Paragraph by paragraph

Page by Page

You can watch it all

You can choose their looks

Their skin color

White, black, brown

You name it

Their eyes the same

Their language

Made by your own hand

From Chinese

To French

Finally

It's time to say goodbye

And let the world acknowlage

How special

The child is

Author's Note

Anything goes

Reviews

[Peach]

Very creative. :) I enjoyed the read. Just one question though. If the mother is a pencil, and the father is the paper, then what is the holder of the pencil? sorry i'm probably going too into detail with this. xD very nice. look forward to reading your next piece. :)

[Sseoni]

Cool poem! I really liked it! I've never read anything quite like this before! It was totally awesome! Great use and variety of words! Fantastic job with this poem of yours. :D