My Newest Poem

A Simple Story

I remember when I was three
my mother would read to my sister and me.
Entranced we would sit
on the couch we would fit.
Eyes wide with wonder
while we would ponder
the moral of the story.

One day I did sit down to read
to my sister in her time of need.
Together we traveled near and far
in a book about a fun car.
Or about diversity we did learn
from a mouse and a bear named Sam and Joe.
These lessons we did learn.
Now I continue to yearn
for the next story.
R.S.