Silver Laptop, you saw me write
My first poem, a poem right
In its symbols, not just having rhyme—
I felt fulfilled. Yes, it was a good time.
Silver Laptop, you heard me laugh and cry,
Bellow repeatedly the question why.
You knew my secrets, my thoughts and my fears:
You closed your mouth, opened your ears.
You kept me company during cold nights—
Courting the Muse, scrounging my brain for insights.
You gave me friends who make my day,
Who light up my mind in every way.
Silver Laptop, you gave me a funny brother,
We shared stories and laughed together.
He shared his wisdom, as big brothers do;
I had him, thanks to you.
You brought us close together. Then I
Seemed to have driven a knife into him. Why
Was he cut up, then? Sad as I am, hoping he
Would heal, you gave us a funny space to be.
Silver Laptop, you nurture the life I’m living—
Through the things I find peace in doing.
I write to the child in blue, from miles and miles away,
Thinking if she read this, she’d make my day.
I love to write for her and to her, it’s what I do:
She is a picture of innocence; I paint her through you.
To write as she grows and discovers the world too—
I can only do that with and through you.
