My Mom's writing |
| Soiled pages, words that are blurred Broken covers; fuzzy and furred Small pictures; coloring all faded So hard to reddit, so hard to date it. Still they are books to read Dusty and yellow; crumpled with age Pieces and parts; torn off each page Once they were thought of, as bright and new Now they are old books, to me and you Yet they are books to read. Circa 1941-1942 Background ▶︎ |