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
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