illustration by Robert Wagt
Every week since five years old
she brings a bunch of books
back home from the library
to a house where no one cooks.
She dives inside the blankets
and she covers up her head,
and is transported far away
on the boat that is her bed.
She lives with My Friend Flicka,
and she's Flicka's best friend Ken,
and when she comes to the last page,
she starts at one again.
Upon her bed-ship she sets sail
with animals and friends.
She lives within the pages
of a book that never ends.
for Susan's Mid Week Motif : childrens' books. Write a poem for a child. As I have clocked 63 years of bringing home weekly batches of books from whatever library is handy, this is what popped forth! For so many years, especially as a child, I used books as an escape. I think they may have saved my life, by charting a path out of childhood.