We're a house of readers, and over the past few years I've discovered some surprising bookmarks tucked in partially-read books around this house. Even 3-D objects end up in books around here: pencils, rocks, Legos, teeny stuffed animals...nothing is safe.
Our children have received, beaded, purchased, origami-ed, and drawn all styles of gorgeous bookmarks, but we still end up with odd objects nestled between pages 51 and 52. Perhaps there's just something organic about real things in our books that we like.
If you would like a paper bookmark of this bookmark poem, please leave a message in the comments or e-mail me at amy at amylv dot com, and I will be happy to send it to you as an attachment file.
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