A Young Bookworm
I have always loved to read since I was a young child
I read Charlotte’s Web over and over, I was beguiled
I would walk for miles to the town library every week
And brought home books my parents didn’t like, sometimes freak
When I was nine, I climbed a ten-foot built-in bookcase in our house
My parents were sleeping when I climbed to the top, quiet as a mouse
I would sneak all types of books to my room that I knew were forbidden
And kept them in my room, under my bed, secretly hidden
I read the Amityville horror in secret until one night I screamed in my room
My bedroom shade went up by itself, I was terrified, I thought I was doomed
My Mother came running in, very worried, to find out what was going on
She saw the horror book, and the adult books under my bed that didn’t belong
I was grounded for weeks but continued to love to read all types of genres
Spending afternoons reading with a cup of tea and relaxing in my pajamas
Patterson, Cornwell, and Slaughter, are some of my favorite authors today
Reading is still favorite pastime, a way to escape my world in a healthy way
3/16/19
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