A Friend For Life

I was just a young girl of nine or ten
When I found something so special 
It drew me in and kept me there
I was lost in its trance 
Quietly alone in my imagination
I read, my first novel
I remember the author
Someone unexpected
Julie Andrews, and the title was 
Mandy
I can still remember small details 
Of my first novel, it opened my soul
Up to all around me.
Enchanting and forever
How for oh!, such a short time
A story becomes a friend
Entwined until it is finished
Always sad, aching for more
At the conclusion.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Chircop Avatar
May 13, 2013 at 6:45 PM
Yep..a great book is a bestfriend for life..the cover gets worn out but the story never looses its magoc..lovely poem
Kendrick Avatar
April 26, 2013 at 6:37 PM
Great descriptive work about reading a novel....I get engrossed in them also..Thanks for your visits to my work..Sara
May Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 3:36 AM
nicely penned Jennifer....best wishes
Lamoureux Avatar
April 18, 2013 at 8:03 PM
If you wish to continue the conversation feel free to soup mail me. Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. Goodnight.
Lamoureux Avatar
April 18, 2013 at 8:01 PM
I know the feeling. That's why it is so hard to part with books, they do feel like friends. In answer to your question about grieving. In some ways it may be more difficult for men to express their pain, we are taught it is unmanly to show emotion. However burying the pain results in much longer lasting problems. The pain will release in some way and that can cause greater problems.
Hunter Avatar
April 18, 2013 at 6:34 AM
Oh yes, I love this. It pulls up those old feelings I remember when I read my first real novel. I read The Hobbit at about ten...I was in another world...amazing feeling!
Dietrich Avatar
April 16, 2013 at 5:12 PM
oh what marvelous friend a book can be. How interesting, I just read a poet who was paying tribute to someone named Mandy!
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April 16, 2013 at 3:22 PM
I love your story, Jennifer, wish I could hear more. thank you for sharing this chapter about you...xox~ Linda
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