She

Long before substance could hold her;

Wisdom her older sibling;

Not height or depth, no word un-kept;

Can fathom her dimensions.

She comes before and after for the next;

Profoundly lingering at will.

Not for too long; she has many to fancy,

And heed her needs to fulfill.

She is triumphant when her wand she squishes;

And Lo! There flows an essay.

From inked feather to pen and paper;

To typists she fastens away.

She ends up in rise or fall;

Sometimes crumpled into a ball;

And fist-ed out of the window

Never to return;

Fated by her owner.

Some days she sweeps in with emotion;

Sometimes she refuses to enter.

She has power to uphold a nation.

Bejeweled, she is ‘Inspiration’