Not a rolltop but a fine piece with a finer role
oak, solid, heavy and heavily dependable and trustworthy
its wood grain uniquely marred by bleeding Sharpies,
hostile hot glue, glamorous glitter, and hot drinks that
missed a coaster and left a white ring on a tawny top
The loyal desk has seen its fair share of my craze
lists of tasks done and (whoops!) undone
sentiments received and sent out to global corners
art, creativity blunders (thank you, Pinterest,) crafts galore
self-teaching of many subject matters and self-loathing
hours of planning for events, vacations, tomorrow’s menu
a plethora of books, magazines, report cards, junk mail
She has hosted the signing of important documents and business deals
photos being handled, poured over, scanned, saved to the cloud
the discovery and claim of curious ancestors and weird relatives
observation of budgets managed, bills paid, my eyebrows raised
My darling timber companion without ado has
endured countless sitting butts and coasters with coffee and tea
supported the immeasurable highway of internet possibilities
and the magic of the WiFi router resulting in smiles all over the casa
She has held my weary sleeping-head and watched ankles swell
put up with food crumbs and my ridiculous number of pens and notebooks
witnessed infinite words penned on paper and typed on a keyboard
been covered by plentiful piles of clutter and holy hella messes
skived by lines of highlighter and escaped correcting tape along page’s edge
She has stood firm with me through scandalous crap and by me
as I yelled at kids from my workspace, during brainstorms
stood by and caught rains of grief, sadness, anxiety, and depression
My dear desk has been the one I turn to, my silent partner,
my personal assistant and perhaps my biggest secret keeper
the one who’s seen me through all my feels and skills
a sacrificial life to become my desk and constant friend
May I never take her for granted
