The Adult Library Card

The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me
as, at four and five, paper words were real
while for spoken language I lacked the key.

It was in a sunken area with high windows
where picture books mingled on shelves
with adult format books meant to be heard
not read by the young children themselves.

Read them all regardless and I mean All
so at six I approached the upstairs matron
made a request that caused a bit of stir:
an adult card and so became a true patron.

When my faithful sister picked me up
she had to be directed up the stairs
and told at length of my bold actions
became known as the child who dares.

22 April 2019 (# 22)