Little Reader
by Amy LV
Students - when I sat down to write this poem, I knew that I wanted to write a story. I didn't have an idea about where the words would go. Instead, I simply jotted down the first two lines into my notebook and followed them.
I've been thinking and talking a lot lately about something I learned at a workshop long ago. The workshop leader (I cannot remember who it was) said that every kind of writing is either a story or a list. Many of my poems are list poems: lists of questions, lists of qualities, lists of describing words or facts. Today's poem is a story.
Of course this poem idea comes from my own childhood as well as from watching our children sneak reading into the wee hours of the night and morning. Sometimes when I walk up the stairs to check on them, small nightlights wink off as if I will never know that they have been tucked into books. Yes, sleep is good. But you know what? So is reading.
With its moral at the end, this poemstory reminds me a little bit of a fable.
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