On Finishing a Book
I left my thoughts within these pages I left my mind in every word While this dear book of mind sees ages My wisdom will be heard A child’s young naivety A teen’s blossoming aspirations A new mother’s divine ability To raise the generations The years I opened, days I closed Brought me nearer to my dreams At last, so old and-- all alone I look back upon these things Coffee spilled-- page fifty-five On seven-- baby ripped the side A hundred-twenty stayed alive But the next one said goodbye Faded paper, dying words The unspoken story’s mine Every word remembered The ones between the lines But the words that were in print Were never read again The last page slowed down with my heart And the last words were: the end