In my Creative Writing class, we were supposed to write a poem about what we hope our future reader will be like. This is what I wrote.
My Future Reader
Her eyes would gleam with wish for adventure
Her hand soft upon the page
Her heart open to all to ensure
her mind could set the stage
Of all the stories in the world
her heart would hold mine dear
And while upon her couch she curled
She give both laugh and tear
And when the climax came at last
she’s read the night away
and all the sleeping hours would pass
to leave her tired in the day
At last a day would come around
when she and I would meet
She’d stand and stare without a sound
then squeak out a basic greet
I’d laugh as we’d converse as nerds
And her love of books swiftly I’d see
I’d smile and say in genial words
“Dear girl, you’re just like me.”