Book
By Lucy L
Published 25 August 2016
It resides on the shelf,
The tired, tan spine staring,
Basking in light that enters through the window
Once upon a time it was loved.
Black marks on paper,
But more.
Holding the past language
And voices and ideas.
The rich woody scent,
Tones of earth,
Warm hints of vanilla
Stir memories.
An object so frail and weary,
so timeless, invaluable and true.