bookworms

12 . August . 2008

a wee bit late last night,
mom came into my room
and said with a little smile,
‘you assumed he was sleeping, right?’
and showed me
nathan’s book in her hands.

‘i told him it was probably time
to crawl under the covers +
that tomorrow is a big day.
i think he’s asleep now.’

and she added,
“i didn’t mention that his mom
and his grammy
have the same ‘problem’. ”

as she tucked me in a bit more,
still curled up with
my book in my hand;
we both knew it was another
good hour and a half
before my light
was going out.

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