Love poem to the Library
Jorrin Ellison©, 2021
Glasses loosely hang around her neck
As I beckon a question from my mind
My eyes wander around the room
Looking at tons of colorful spines
I glow as I bask in the light
Pages of books illuminating my path to creativity and knowledge
My eyes switch to peer over the counter as she types away
Searching for the Goosebumps book I asked for
My mom standing tall behind me
Her flashing smile reassuring thee
That I can speak
With my eyes full of wonder I ask
“How did you guys get all of these books?”
The lady at the counter gleams.
“Magic” she replies.
And young me
Knowing the enchantment I had seen from the worldbuilding
In much literature prior
I believed her
And now looking back I admire her commitment to
Water the astonishment in a young kid
Now my inner child,
Guiding me through life,
Perspires wonder within me.
Khalisa Brown©, 2021
A fluttering heart, racing—“no running!”—speed walking to the teen section, feet pattering on the carpet floor
I really miss piling up a stack of books and sitting down at one of the high tables
My fingers become a vessel to my mind,
Absorbing well-placed words and turning them into pictures
I see purple lights, pink streamers falling down. It’s homecoming, and I am floating off of aching feet.
I close the book and keep it at my side, adding it to my mental checkout list.
In the reference section, I wander to Italian beaches, plucking ripe oranges in Capri.
Japanese cherry blossom petals fall on my collarbone and at my feet. These vacations I take in between two worn covers stay with me the longest.
Finally, I scour the section of verse, always looking for poets I’m acquainted with, always walking away with one I am not.
I open to reassuring words and sceneries that are love letters written just for me. Maybe, if I stare at the page long enough, the cadence and wit will transfer to me.
I see Mom looking for me. One laser beam, and these books are mine for a month. Now it’s time to go.
A Slurpee is calling my name!
Muntaha Hossain©, 2021
All it takes, is a look,
Belle, sweet Belle,
she’s one to adore.
you sure light up a room.
You're as quiet as a bee,
kids brighten up at once,
happy to see,
it’s you at last.
you’re a sight to behold.
You’ve got your arms full of books,
a careful glint in your eye.
You’ve been to Mars and back,
thoughts dripping off the page.
you’re brighter than the moon.
You’ve got knowledge to spare,
hope left to share,
room for more.
All it took, was a book,
from the Library
Belle, sweet Belle,
thank you for your care,
thank you for being there.
Patchwork: PGCMLS Praise
Mia Gonzales Jackson©, 2021
Bits and pieces of scattered memories all encased into a quilt for library honor. As a self-proclaimed old-timer this adolescent remembers and relishes a present, past, future history blended together for all to see - this prose-written “thank you” to to my library for the roots it grows from read to rover, a once-better playground, steel drum demonstration in the basement below ground, echoing sound of laughter, sushing, whispering in the isles. No more Dewey decimal system or organization by genre categorization - now - but I remember before the physical contents of shelves were ordered by author, back when the children’s area was home to fewer toys and smooth laminated colored paper bears behind the desk were ticket entries into the world of storytime, and paperback books sat in two-foot block wooden special shelves our little hands could reach into; My mind always wanders inside a place in which I lose track of time so easily and it all fuses together. Light from windows and elegant design beautiful fountain outside, drive-thru window reflection, swinging in vines with leaves of knowledge shown in the old painted windows and oh-so-tall checkout counter, the days when a DVD-spitting checkout machine mesmerized me and checking out VCR tapes didn’t raise eyebrows, computers were isolated in corners. And still, there is currently so much more outreach, online events, electronic content, and opportunity. I have come to appreciate annual events such as Summer Reading, but more so the local libraries’ long-lasting role, it’s impact in guiding me to make goals, to open my eyes, to stay informed throughout all time.
My branch used to have librarians I recognized, I knew their names and they knew mine, but now it’s different, yet still the same in that there’s still satisfaction In this place in which Literacy reigns My library is my home, my community pride, my resource, my Mother willow.
Let the birds of the library tree carry seeds away, out into the world promising today to bequeath love of all libraries to generations of eternity breeding saplings to endure the future to come.
Joseph Conaty©, 2021
Learning and Comprehending
Accomplished best as a team
Supporting Endeavors of mine
My library reigns supreme
What I love about my Library
What happens nowhere else
Is that I’m taught about the world
Even without the bookshelves
Instead I am taught
That I bring value as I am
To give others love and hope
And to always be a good man
So I must reaffirm
From the depths of my heart and mind
That my community library
Is the best you’ll ever find