home.

If I lived in a massive library

I would study by the light of the lamps,

Explore the stacks of books tenaciously,

Or cuddle up on the sofas to read.

I would pull out my pencils and paper

Ready to take notes or write to my best

Or peruse my textbook and its author

Drinking in the glorious quietness.

But silence would drain me after a while,

“Is anyone here? Does anyone care?”

I slowly realize I’m only a child -

I can’t go for long without someone there.

                Today I am thankful for family

                The people I live with who care for me.