Waxing Poetic: My First Memory

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My First Memory (Of Librarians) by Nikki Giovanni

This is my first memory:
A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky
wood floor
A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center
Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply
too short
For me to sit in and read
So my first book was always big
In the foyer up four steps a semi-circle desk presided
To the left side the card catalogue
On the right newspapers draped over what looked like
a quilt rack
Magazines face out from the wall
The welcoming smile of my librarian
The anticipation in my heart
All those books—another world—just waiting
At my fingertips.

credit: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-first-memory-of-librarians/

 

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2 comments on “Waxing Poetic: My First Memory

  1. ghostmmnc says:

    The old libraries were special places. Brings back good memories! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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