I had no reason to inquire

The book that would so inspire

A normal day to school we went

Alarm clocks rang, by parents sent

My shoulder prodded by the backpack strap

When you sat upon an old friend's lap.

Dear book,

You and your siblings ended up in my nook,

Because to never glance again upon your pages

Would be a crime for the ages.

A world spun in my head that day,

A world which was to neither betray

Nor leave for years;

Indeed it is still here.

But emptied, at long last, into ink

Which took almost a decade to sink

Into paper, and

Finally stand.