Her jazzy cover cheers me up, her bright design’s exciting,
She’s keen to hold my secret thoughts. Her pages seem inviting. She’s open and receptive to ideas I love sharing,
And listens to my grumbles, never judging – calm, and caring.
She shares all of my travels, January to December,
Each new landscape I encounter, she seems eager to remember. She can catch my inspirations, or recall a bright idea.
Names of friends and close relations nestle in her for a year.
When I’ve filled up all her pages, I still cherish her and need her – She’s the keeper of my memories, so I just love to read her.