“Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us dragons can be beaten." G.K. Chesterton
in a ziploc bag
coins rattle and paper rustles
titles listed on an index card
will you order these for me?
once upon a time,
his world had so few words
he spoke rarely
and almost never on the phone
parents far away, trying to cure cancer
with carrot juice and infared light
and in school, words escaped him
synapses misfiring, betraying his intellect
but inside his head, a reader waited
hungering for words
first fed by reading aloud
words washing over his brain
then audiobooks he devoured
swallowed in great gulps
slowly, his world righted
his mother came home
a very kind teacher
gently guided his rebellious brain
the letters stopped their terrible dance
righted themselves on the page
the reader in him ROARED its delight
and he began to greedily consume
first short books, then quickly chapters
stories fueling his craving
his fingers sought pages to turn
his heart yearned for fantastic adventure
he plowed through the long pages
questing for knowledge and stories
he gathers his dollar bills
and his quarters and nickels and dimes
he hands them to me, the one with the credit card
and asks me to enable his budding habit
and the reader in me sees in his eyes
a kindred spirit filled with
love for hobbits and dragons
for a boy wizard in glasses
and pride and affection overwhelm me
as I type his order into Amazon
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i heart josh.
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