a poem I wrote about books for Poetry Friday
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| photo: jyhawkgrl13 @ Flickr |
Some of
my earliest friends
lived in books,
reaching out their hands for me,
tugging me deep inside the pages,
encouraging me to laugh and cry,
delight and hope,
bringing me comfort,
showing me the fabrics of the world, sides of people
that I hadn’t yet seen,
helping me believe in the power of goodness, of love and hope.
they remain my friends still.
Cheryl Rainfield, all rights reserved.
Feb 20, 2008
March 8th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
Lovely poem, Cheryl. I have those friends too: Mandy and Jo and Aragorn and Harry and more. They are a treasure in difficult times.
March 8th, 2008 at 3:43 pm
Thanks, Kelly; I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem. Oh, is your Mandy my Mandy, from Mandy by Julie Edwards? How I loved that book. And so many others! And absolutely, books and the characters, the friends we find in them, are treasures in difficult times. I turn to them often.
March 11th, 2008 at 11:31 am
Cheryl,
This is so beautiful!
Best wishes,
linda
March 11th, 2008 at 3:05 pm
Thank you, Linda; I appreciate that.