My Precious Possession...? By Bianca Joffre

Stranded on an island? With just one thing?

How can I describe it? How can I name it?

What I hold close to my heart? Or what I need to just survive?

I don't know really. I mean there's lots I need!

But perhaps to summerize it I would say...

My imagination! Since that's what makes me, Me.

Without it, I would be bored in life.

Without it, I would've never make my nephews laugh.

Without it, I would've never made my mom smile.

Without it, I would've never beaten cancer on my 14th birthday,

But that's another story.

So I guess that's the one thing I cannot live without:

My Imagination.

 

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