My Fingers
Caress the pages.
There’s a book on my bedside table
Others on the shelves I have read
They are part of the way I am designed
Reading’s a piece of my daily bread.
A good book is as tactile as a lover
The feel of each page is a sensual touch
My fingers caress and turn the pages
A little bit’s ok a lot is never too much.
Mystery bides its time in the next chapter
Each paragraph is a step towards suspense
Characters develop whilst others disappear
Excitement lingers in the present tense.
There is tension as the plot thickens
And whodunit surprise
The characters become part of my family
And the villains mostly stay in disguise.
A book can be a portable companion
Take it on a bus ride or a flight overseas
Keep it close at hand and enjoy perusing
A good book guarantees to please.
When the weather is crook, and it’s raining
I curl up with a book near the fire
And am transported away to other places
A good book satisfies my heart’s desire.
Books have kept me informed
Amused and well-read in world affairs
My book is waiting on my bedside table
It washes away all my worries and cares.
©
David Rudder
2023
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