Sleeping Book
Sleeping book slept through years within a box
Never once woke up even through the knocks,
Transported interstate across the countryside
Manoeuvred here and there around the nation wide.
Sleeping book dreamt he was significant; held dear
Even though long storage he was just a bit of gear,
One day removal of tape and styrofoam
At last sleeping book awoke to a loving library home.
Now propped on a shelf in a feathered golden stand
Upright and proud for now he is not crammed,
Happy to be picked up and sometimes even fanned
Never wished to be the best or be on high demand…
For sleeping book faced toward Novel of much love
People only handled her with lint-free cotton gloves,
Illustrated pages every reader had admired
Sleeping book around her always felt inspired.
To be read is the ultimate goal that we all books do have
Essays, Publications, Pamphlets-all of them are glad,
Regardless where we are- a shelf or near ones bed
Every book contented when only being read.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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