your WOrds of my IMAge #76:
well worn, well used, well loved….
This was your grandfather’s; I want you to have it.
this book of ages
i turn the page
and look for you…
My memories are ancient.
So is my diary.
As I open my journal on the thoughts of my soul. Hide this book of time,
and woe for the present brings light of a melodic glow.
Worn but always treasured
Books are so hard to digest sometimes. Even just chewing on the covers gives me a stomach ache.
Books that are worn and tattered are the best books of all.
Gather around children, I will show you the old object that held words for other people to read. It’s called a book.
Thank you all!
I’ve had terrible cold/flu this weekend, mostly sleeping…
Now I go back to bed…