Editor’s note: As you may know, we occasionally like to feature young authors and poets here at Story Warren. Today’s poem is a debut submission from Madison Horn. Enjoy!
My Constant Companion
By Madison Horn
I don’t remember when I met him.
Nor the date or the hour.
I only know from the stories that I have been told
how our journey first began.
My first best friend.
My constant comfort companion.
The one who taught me to imagine.
Inspiring ideas of awaiting adventures.
Together we wrote.
Our minds, blank pages, filling with words.
We turned words into sentences.
Sentences into stories.
We became like libraries.
Lenders and borrowers.
Shelves brimming with the books of our chronicled adventures.
Checked out daily,
they never stayed on the shelf for long.
Pages weathered, well loved, softening with each read.
Heroes of our own stories,
Our super villains: Boredom and Time.
We battle them.
Never giving up.
But Time cannot be stopped.
His march cannot be halted,
and I have gotten sleepy.
My Companion, valiantly watches
Standing boldly over our books.
If Time dares to try to snatch them from our shelves,
my friend will beat the war drum.
Its deafening roar giving no mercy,
awakening my imagination
that Time beckons to sleep.
A new day has dawned
Time hopes that I will forget my friend
And all that he has taught me:
To be wary.
To sound the drums.
To make sure our stories are not stolen.
To not fall asleep!
I don’t remember when I met him.
Nor the date or the hour.
I only know from the stories that WE have told.
That no matter what friends I make,
how far I wander,
or how often Time calls.
He will always be my first best friend,
my Constant Companion,
my first stuffed animal.
Madison Horn is a young author traversing through childhood fueled by faith, family, and imagination. She is grateful for the many storytellers who have filled her years with epic adventures and heartwarming tales, and she hopes that her stories will do the same for others one day.
Latest posts by Madison Horn (see all)
- My Constant Companion - June 4, 2025
That font makes me feel like you are dead and these are your last recorded words ;D
(great poem btw, I could never)