I don’t know why I asked him for more
As I sat cross legged on the floor beneath him.
His wooden wired body
lifted another book from the pile.
I had chosen them from
He opened the first page and
re read the Title.
My eyes gaped open when he began;
staring at his narrating face
and seeing the woods unfold around us.
The carpet was brightly colored
and squared off to
teach me about the alphabet.
His rocking chair
swayed with the bend in his knees.
He read and read and read
and when he stopped
I had learned how to read to myself
so I read and read and re read
until we both
got glasses and paper skin
to match our