A Book On My Phone

I’m reading a book on my phone, A habit I’d never condone Before libraries closed And my source, I supposed, Of new novels had left me alone. But my Kindle, a gift from my son, Meant my reading-on-screen had begun. Through the library’s site I found, to my delight, I could read ‘til my eyelids were done. Certain books could appear with an app On my phone with an opening tap So wherever I go It’s a pleasure to know There are stories for me to unwrap.