Tdb
Books of rhyming
Sat on the floor
We were never to be disturbed
A child's mind
Not yet able to read
Needs a helper
in times of need
we sat on that
old blue rocking chair
gritty and old
he would read to me
in times of despair
his old hiking boots
put on the floor
Carol King in the air
Dr. Seuss in my head
As stories came to life
in that poor lighted room
and ugly carpeted floors
a love for reading was born
Copyright © Tlcer Lyfe | Year Posted 2019
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