I spied you in the library Laying on the glossy wooden floor Surrounded by a sea of dusty old books. Your rough hands gently leafed through the delicate pages Of her most admired novel.
Worn down edges and dog-eared pages Betrayed the love she and the little book shared. Laying there, a tender smile crept up and the sorrow in your eyes disappeared as you discovered the blotchy black stain on the back corner, Remembering your clumsiness in years past And her quick temper and dismay At seeing her little, loved book in such disarray.
Your eager eyes somberly read her little discoveries, her quiet conversations with Wisdom That she penned down in the margins. Here, in this moment, she seemed close. The truth seemed to fade away And here in this moment Little Lottie was curled up in the library nook, Quietly reading her most admired novel.