An Ode to Books: A Poem

An Ode to Books: A Poem

Oh books, sweet books, 

What would I do without you? 

You light up my world -- 

Bring color to the days of my life. 

Your vibrant colors 

Found in one side of my bookcase, 

And your faded antique prints 

On the other. 

Tiny print in an insanely large book 

Large print in a secondhand edition 

I hear the rustling pages -- oh I can just imagine it! 

I smell the indescribable smell 

Of old books, a 

Compound of glue and paper.

 I hear soft piano floating through the air, 

Accompanied by a cup of tea 

To compliment you. 

Every week, I read a book 

That makes me cry 

Or makes me laugh 

Or brings a smile to my face. 

I tell everyone about the story for 

Weeks, 

And weeks, 

And weeks 

Until I find another one. 

I remember reading 

The Harry Potter series 

With my mom. 

One book each summer, 

Completing the last one the summer before sixth grade. 

A tradition 

That sticks with me. 

Books, oh books, 

Never leave me.