Millions of things come to mind
When asked “what does beingGrown-Up mean?”
Driving, dating, working, yada Yoda yada.
But ever hardly never being read to…
It’s a short-schriff sale this adulthood.
Oh my the places and people we smeet.
But when alone, either at night or inShowerzone, traffic-jam, Wal-Mart line wreck-
I want Mrs. Johnson to read to me again.
Read to me about Tom and Huck and Becky,
Jim and the Indian man and Aunt Polly.Scary caves and pirates and fence painting-
Save me Mrs. Johnson from bland news,
Biased work reviews, and QE3 blues!
Read to me, let the child in the man
Experience a return to Narrate the stories with the ‘bad words’
Marked through and love for your listeners
Beyond the insulting salaries we pay you.
Who is luckier than every young student
To have second Mothers or Fathers that lovedUs wholly, our faults and talents alike?
Read to me again Mrs. Johnson-Your voice
Still guides me in my journey on the river.
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