A Pen with a History
From grandmother's Parker, treasured with care,
To a grandfather's dip pen, lovingly rare,
A childhood of writing, of ink and of nib,
A love that began young and somehow just stuck.
 
Through exams they travelled, a pocket of luck,
A little old ritual when life became tough.
And now, as a vet with a future ahead,
A new chapter waits where the old ones have led.
 
So these pens were made differently, each for a reason,
Not simply for looks, or the shape of the season.
One carries the strength for the life you now lead,
The other reflects memories, tradition and need.
The wood was chosen for warmth and for age,
For the stories that live in each grain on the page.

The form made substantial, comfortable, true,
Because something well made should feel right to you.
And somewhere within them, if you look closely enough,
Are echoes of family, of old pens and of luck.

A nod to the Parker, the dip pen before,
And the love of a nib that began years before.
There's Charlie the cat, and the animals too,
The patients you'll care for, the work you will do.

For long days in scrubs and the notes you must write,
These pens are made for the journey in sight.
The pens of your family may no longer flow,
But their stories are carried wherever you go.

And these are not simply new pens to replace
They're something to carry the past into place.
So when ink meets paper and thoughts find their way,
May they serve you through every long night and long day.

And years from now, when you look back and see
The vet you became and the person you'll be,
Remember the pens that were made just for you,
And the reasons behind every choice that I knew.

For a pen can be more than an instrument then
It can carry a story, a memory, a friend.
And perhaps, when Charlie has long had his say,
And you've filled countless pages along the way,
These pens will remind you, wherever you roam,
That some things we carry are more than just home.