One Bronx Library
I used to sit
in one Bronx library,
on one small chair
I hardly even noticed
the other people there
I'd sit for hours dreaming,
where miracles happened
if only you dared or cared
to come and find them
I ran there
returning books,
to look for more
to take me to a world,
not the one I knew
it was long ago
but I still remember it
so sweetly
that one Bronx library,
that one small chair
with a happy child
reading there
© 2015 Michele Krueger. All rights reserved.
Lee Bennett Hopkins has challenged us to write a "ME poem" this month, based on one simple moment in your childhood that changed you in some way. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, September 25th.
Don't miss Michele's poem "At the Library" in Lee's gorgeous new anthology, JUMPING OFF LIBRARY SHELVES. One lucky participant in this month's DMC challenge will receive an autographed copy.
How can a librarian not love this!
ReplyDeleteFabulous! How can anyone not love this!!
ReplyDeleteMy library wasn't in the Bronx, but everything else in this poem is spot on.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me smile to imagine you in that one small chair, Michele. Thanks for taking us there.
ReplyDeleteYour poem took me right back to the children's room of the library that I frequented as a child, coming home with my bicycle basket loaded with books! I've been pondering what to write for this challenge--there might be more than one library poem!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, you brought me right there!
ReplyDeleteGreat job, Michele. I could smell the books!
ReplyDeleteAw, this is so sweet. I love it and I love libraries. Thanks for the poem.
ReplyDeletevery, very sweet memory
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