I remember when I got you
I was small and so was the edition
A little old, oh how I loved the texture
And the slightly off colour
I remember you had a special place
You never went to the bookshelf
But stayed right there—
under my pillow case
And I read, didn’t I?
I read you every night
Marking my favourite quotes
With one of my prettiest pens.
I learned so much from you
About kindness, and family, and love
I know I laughed and cried
Alongside the March sisters.
I wanted to play Pilgrim’s Progress as well
And let go of my bundles in the end
Wanted to write like Jo did
And maybe get published as well!
I don’t know when it happened
If I grew old enough or you did
To actually go and stay behind
A hidden corner of the bookshelf.
But even if our rendezvous did end
I would never forget
When I got you and for me
You will always have a special place.
This makes me want to reread LITTLE WOMEN. I esp loved these lines:
I wanted to play Pilgrim’s Progress as well
And let go of my bundles in the end
Thank you! ^^
What a beautiful tribute to your favorite book! It was clearly very special to you. The fondness is evident in your poem.
Now I want to look for this book and read it.
Great tribute to something you truly treasured. The love shone through in this work. You did good.
Thank you! ^^
A well done tease — your images could easily entice someone to read (or reread) a great book. Concise lines generally add power and you did that very well with this poem.