“The Ox Cart Man” where can you be…beneath the
piles before me or hiding near my knee?
Six eyes line the window, hazel and brown, wonder
of wonders a bag full of books has just been found.
Here she comes our teacher grammy…could it be the
“Good Night Moon” or “Free Fall” from leaves high
in a tree?
Tiny fingers hold tight the chairs propped looking up
the driveway, just twenty minutes longer the day
still bright reminds me. “Hello Red Fox” says Eric
Carle as she enters with a bell “The Polar Express”
has her excited this story she has to tell.
Oh joy she longs to share as they sit upon the couch
“Roxaboxen” or “Green Eggs and Ham” if you please,
our "Mama s not a Llama" they laugh and tease.
Their cat comes up beside them as she reads
“Cats here, cats there, cats and kittens everywhere”
while fingers touch her necklace dangling with
Oh for such a time as this she loved them through
and through “Blueberries for Sal”, “Make Way for
Ducklings”, “One Morning in Maine” and “Time of
Wonder” the cover written in gold and blue.
For your inquiring, enchanted mind she wrote in
’89, moon snails and spiders are very similar you
know for “Chickens Aren’t the Only Ones” where
eggs are made to grow.
The funny ones we love “There’s a Nightmare in My
Closet” peeping and nestled on the blankets edge
“The Napping House” breaks not my bed when
everyone is sleeping.
Should it end not there for further on she goes and
here she comes again with Lewis in tow. By far a
favorite each summer stuffed in her big black purse,
the chronicles of Narnia where Prince Caspian is
known to say “I don’t like running away” come
jumping off the page.
Yet in another pocket she reveals something new
“The Island of The Blue Dolphin” is torn and
She knits you all a snowflake and gives you each
a kiss while her face is singing sagas of the Sacketts’
in the west, L’Mours’ historical fictions are sitting on
Her shelves appear disordered some would even say a
mess, but hands reach out to touch them her books
above her desk.
She signed everyone one she gave you each child
received her best, a scripture to remind them how
wonderfully they’re blessed.
Once asked a person wisely does anyone perceive how
much she loves those written words books
“A” to “Z”.
Most worshiped within her soul the one the
Lord Himself holds.
She prays the words He’s written with each of you
in mind, each one that He has given her
His glory may they find…