A Nook and a Storybook
One of many kids—
living in a tiny house,
drawn to the pages printed.
a girl quiet as a mouse,
Library cards came for money;
story books were expensive.
Not to be drowned in a story,
made her just so pensive.
Held by the elder sister,
the one precious library pass
paid by mother dear—
two books a week it could amass.
She agreed to iron sister’s shirt,
scrub clean her cup and dish,
pass on the rare mango for dessert,
to devour the word and relish.
Polishing missy’s shoes she took
in a pact so privy.
For her turn with the book
while sissy watched TV.
Hid herself in a nook—
Grandpa’s room under his bed,
to lose herself in the book,
Without fear of being disturbed.
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