A Nook and a Storybook
I hurried to the far corner
Of my favorite reading nook.
I couldn't wait to open it,
My gift of brand new, unread book.
When I was young, new books were rare.
Mama said food and clothes came first.
So I knew not to ask for one,
Although I couldn't quench the thirst.
My beloved older, brother had
Been earning wages for awhile.
He bought a book for my birthday.
He knew how to bring out my smile.
Would it take me to new places,
To places I had never been?
Transport me to grand adventures
That would make my little world spin?
My nook and my home soon faded.
I was taken to a new land.
There was nowhere I couldn't be
When holding new book in my hand.
I'd like to go back to childhood
And read an adventurous book,
As I did on that twelfth birthday
In my own little reading nook.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016