Priceless Gift

No price tag could be attached to it

No utility it had to the person gifted 

An old Sheaffer's pen with a broken nib

With the golden cap, dented blue barrel

With which he wrote his letters,musings

Lies safely in the frayed leather pouch

Gift from father to daughter handed down

Gift that will pass down to grand daughter

And hopefully kept in her safe custody

And down and down the ages till eternity

Will make its rounds, in his memory