With Loving Care
Reading brought joy to my heart.
Each book, an unopened gift.
Beginning to end, lost in every part.
Among the pages, I would drift.
My mother and I would plan a day,
for a trip to the library in town.
I happily chattered along the way,
too excited to ever calm down.
For a few hours, we would browse,
through the sections to find.
What interest the books arouse,
perhaps to challenge a young mind.
Back home with our selected treasures.
I had to choose just the right one,
that brought anticipated pleasures.
With my book, off to bed, the day was done.
My passion for books, a love affair,
has lasted through the years.
Each volume handled with loving care.
Finding within, both laughter and tears.
Sadly, what was done without a thought,
has become a difficult challenge for me.
I miss the joy that reading has brought.
In a book, once my favorite place to be.
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