Mama told me to never stop reading

Oh, glorious

 Is my relation to

Hard maple and unread pages

Oh, glory

How I love

My mother’s old dresser altered to a bookshelf

Oh, wait

Sometimes I think

I Smell remnants of

Your clothes behind

Hard back pages

Oh, yeah

 I remember that

You loved to read and  

Passed that trait to me

Oh, awesome

That I can see you

Through both purposes

It served

First In your life

Then mine

This poem is about: 
My family
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