Books…a poem.
books
made me who I am
sure
we all come to this planet
with an innate personality
but what we do with it
matters
I am positive
that when I was a fetus
I was bored
and wanted a few books to read
my mom said
it was far too dark to read
until I was born
and besides
she couldn’t figure out
how to get a book to me
let alone a flashlight
I said that I understood
but I really didn’t
I felt deprived
I always feel deprived
when I’m not surrounded by books
or plants
or cats
none of which fit inside a person
when she’s pregnant
believe me I know
but books are one of my great
LOVES
I’ve lived in them
since I was able to read
and I read at a very early age
I started and never stopped
the whole world is written down
on paper
all the dreams and fun stuff
if you know which books to pick
and sometimes books are free
at libraries
and at wee book stands
in neighborhoods
I put books in them all the time
so they get passed around
but my mind
was fed on monsters
and outer space
and vampires
and horses
and
and
and
everything
books are in piles on the floor
not enough shelf space
I look at them
touch them
flick through the pages
carry them around
and thank them
for giving me
an exciting and perfectly
wonderful
life
books are extra beautiful
when a cat is sleeping on them
that’s a fact
you can probably look it up
somewhere
because it’s absolutely true
cats make everything better
even books
and sometimes cats read
when we aren’t looking
I know Emily does
because she gets more clever
everyday
so if you want to be happy
get a cat and read all the time
it’s the answer to
that age old question
why are we here
Picture: Pixabay
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