My School Bag

in the corner of room stands my school bag, creased with memories bearing my name tag, loads of books it carried over the years, staying by my side through my exam fears! smell of its leather is so dear to me, like smell of its mum to little puppy, on occasions would cuddle it for warmth, like cat seeking love from fire of hearth. relations and friends I may have many, father, mother sisters and my granny, they all did their best for me when at school, but they all had conditions and their rules, my satchel is one that stayed to the end, through my worries and fears like a true friend! my school bag has special place in my heart, though retired,we will never be apart! Written 7/11/2021