Little Ms. Reader

When I was a child books were my refuge;
My escape;
My healing place;
My dream place.
My magic place.

As I grew up I packed away;
Some of those books that touched me more deeply;
Than others;
For the day when my daughters would read them.

These treasures remain safe in a box;
Still some years from freedom;
But in the meantime;

It makes my heart smile;
That my oldest sweet girl is finding her way;
Through books and their stories;
Their ability to teach and heal;
bring humor and magic;
Encourage dreams;
and oh so much more.

Ah the joy, of the written word.