Words On a Page

Last thing before bed And the first upon waking, Before he gets dressed And finds out what's been shaking, A book is what Henry Is glued to as tight As a kite-flyer clings To the string of his kite. Right now Harry Potter's His evening fare. Both Mommy and Daddy The chapters do share; And mornings when Nana Is there, Roald Dahl And his novels hold Henry Completely in thrall. A lifetime of stories And reading awaits, But rather than trust it To chance or the fates, Our Henry has learned How the mind of a boy Can, from words on a page, Fill with journeys and joy.