Mark's Poem Archive - 10. This is just a Lugh prompt

I have many names, Mark, Marky, even minion and baby

Only in GA of course, well, not always but maybe

There is one thing I own, treasured more than any other

It isn’t something of beauty, mainly I wouldn’t bother

It has a use, a purpose, not anything treasured

But what it gave to me, just couldn’t be measured

Small, black and shiny, it opened like a shell

It could purr like a kitten, or ring merry hell

I’d hardly used it before, never cared what it said

But now it is vital, I even take it to bed

It’s my link to my baby, to the man I adore

He makes my body tremble and my heart to soar

So as I caress this little object so new

I’ll type in the message of how I love Stu…

I was loved; I was cherished never more alone

This is of course I said to my mobile phone