I really loved those little books
Alice
Loved them so much I chewed
Their cardboard covers
As if by eating them
The sugary words
Would fall inside me
And fill me up
Do you remember what was in them
She asks
There was a rabbit
I say
You mean Rabbit
No little Cricket
There are more than one rabbit
This one was called Peter
How strange
She says
What are the other names
I believe there is a Velveteen Rabbit
But we never had one of those
I wonder if those chewed little books
Are still out there
Waiting for another child
To fulfil
I am sure they are
She strokes my face
Stories never leave us
They are the building blocks
Of different stories
Memories and love
All wrapped up
I would do anything to hold those little books
Again
Well it is a good job you stole them then
We sit back and giggle
The best ending to any story.
