Books

Wed, 07/22/2015 - 03:46 -- dgirl

Books are amazing

Each word and sentence carefully constructed to further along the story

the character's lives seemed simpler… better

Wishing I could just jump into the book and join in on their simple lives

joining in on the adventure

I remember when I was young when i first got hooked on reading

Quietly listening as my father read me wonderful stories

Sitting on his lap my head resting on his chest

feeling the rise and fall for every breath he took as he read

making each word slowly creating a scene before me and if I closed my eyes I was the main character solving all the mysteries

Until he said the last words the end

Bringing me back to reality

Leaving me memories that I can revisit as simple as “read it again”

as I tugged on my father's shirt , whining that I’m not sleepy.

Now instead of whining it's as simple as flipping the page to the beginning and starting again

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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