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.”