A MOMENT IN THE BOOKSTORE

My family came to visit me in the bookstore…where I was working the other night

I greeted them as they came through the door… with a smile broad and bright…

 

And as they gathered round me…I paused to take a look

and think about how a person’s story…is somewhat like a book. 

 

Each day we add a new chapter, new pages, new paragraphs…new lines

and I was glad on this day…to add their pages into mine.

 

When they departed…when the door closed…with their visit at an end

my mind wandered to other memories…other pages we have penned.

 

For isn’t that the beauty of a family…the host of memories we’ve made…

memories we look back on…memories that never fade…

 

And isn’t that the beauty of a good book…you’re excited to read ahead

but you can stop anytime you want and return to pages you’ve already read.

 

And you realize this book you’re writing is about much more than just yourself…

and you hope when your final chapter’s written and your book is laid upon the shelf…

 

when others choose to read it…in a different time…a different place

 

the memories within its pages…will bring a smile to their face..


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