Her brother found her crying
as she layed on her back
in the middle of the floor
surrounded by oodles of books...
on her bed there were boodles more.
They spilled from her closet
three were propped under her head
most were torn and tattered
from being read and read and read.
"You KNOWWW how much I love to read!
From this chaulkboard to that mirror,
like Mr. Cheese loves his mouse,
from the green grass to the clouds in the sky
from the front to the back of this house"
"But I have no more I haven't read
and there's so much I want to explore
I want to read a bagillion books
so please, can I borrow yours?"
"But where would you put them?"
"I'll hang them from the ceiling
I'll nail some to the door,
push some under the rug
and never ask for more."
"For by the time I've read them all
I'm sure I'll be mostly grown
Then I won't have to borrow yours
I'll simply write my own."
Regis
Sandy
Hugs,
CJ
Anna
this is wonderful in every way:
setting, expression and message.
A delight to read.
John
in actuality it will more than likely be jack ...the silent talent from his mom
is summed up perfectly in that last line. -gene.
This is adorable.
Blessings,
Christine
Love the message.
Thanks Dick
Cheers,
Dan