I Had A Little Pebble Poem by Fiona Pimentel

I had a little pebble,
Its surface smooth and warm;
I put it in my pocket
To keep it safe from harm.

At night I took it out,
And placed it in my bed;
It rested on my pillow,
Just beside my head.

I lost my little pebble,
It was nowhere to be found;
I searched high up on shelves,
And also on the ground.

But then I learned what happened:
It must have rolled away;
I know I was not careless,
Not even for one day.

I loved my little pebble,
Hoped it would love me too;
But when it went, I understood
That this could not be true.

If only it had ears
I’d call it on the phone;
And if it had a heart
It would be made of stone.

If I ever find my pebble,
I know what I would do;
I’d put it on the mantelpiece
And stick it there with glue.

But then my little pebble
Would start to miss my pocket,
So I’d take it down again,
And keep it in a locket.