Books

Waking up early
Going out to play
There were never enough
Hours to fill the day

There were piles and piles
of second-hand schoolgirl books
That appeared like magic all over the place
So on rainy days I read

About journalists and nurses
And lassies at school
These days you’d pay a fortune at an auction
Because the covers are so cool

Mum taught me to read
And she often let me play
There were times though
That we’d have to have our say

Those books were surprises
Like dinner in bed
And I’m so glad one day I smiled and said
Thank you to my Mum for sparing the bread.