In today's poem, I tried to follow a prompt to describe a memory of a family member I love in which my thoughts echo today. I chose a memory with my Grandma.
Love of Reading
By Candace Shultz
Grandma sits in her rocker,
A book open in her lap,
The lamp lit on the table beside her.
I borrow a book from her shelves
Upon shelves of Harlequin novels,
And I feel a little risque
At reading romance as a young teen,
But Grandma doesn't mind.
She just loves that I love to read.
More than twenty years later
Down the road of life,
I have lived all kinds of lives
In so many different, wonderful worlds,
The Harlequin romance just one
Of the many genres of books that I open
In my lap as I sit in my own rocker.
Thank you, my dear Grandma,
For all those stories that you let me read.
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