My Cellphone Poem by Tricia Mae Ann Garcia

Like a cellphone, I light up when someone needs me,
Carrying messages, stories, and secrets of me.
Like a cellphone, I stay awake day and night,
Listening silently, glowing with gentle light.
Like a cellphone, I feel drained at times,
Like a battery running low from daily climbs.
Like a cellphone, I need rest to stay strong,
A pause to recover when things go wrong.
Like a cellphone, a little charge restores,
The energy I lost behind closed doors.
Like a cellphone, I connect hearts far and near,
Turning distance into something clear.
Like a cellphone, I hold memories tight,
Moments of laughter, tears, and delight.
Like a cellphone, fully charged, I shine bright,
Ready to face tomorrow with hopeful light.