My Notebook

I always have a notebook
That I tuck inside my bag.
If somehow I misplaced it,
That would really be a drag.

I use it for my daily writings
If I'm not at home;
No matter where I am, I'm thus
Prepared to write my poem.

To fit inside my pocketbook,
It must be small and light.
The pages must be lined, of course,
And I prefer them white.

It takes me months to use one up
And then I feel a thrill
As I start a fresh new notebook,
With its empty leaves to fill.