The faint vanilla smell of a library
Running fingers lightly over the tops of books
Looking at titles and covers
Hoping to fall in love
A purple cover and an arresting title
Pulled off the shelf, the first page read
Then pages start turning as fast as eyes can read
Soon unaware of anything, except the story
And a boy reading in the library
Unites the generations
Travels time and space
And expands his own mind
While sitting quietly on the floor
Yess, returning to the library after several months today, I realized how much I missed reading. We get caught up in the crazy pace of everyday life that we forget our love for reading. This poem was perfect to describe what I felt today!