02 September 2010

Little Green Book

She holds it in her hands
feeling the weight of her words
written in black
on stark white.

Words that carry
the aroma of fresh ink
and new paper.
A year of her life
an imprint of days
in sixty pages.

Avidly reading
as if she'd never seen the words
before this. 
Wanting to see who she was
at the beginning.

Life in a little green book.

1 comment:

  1. sometimes we look back to see
    the we that we were
    before we are the we that we are now
    did the glow change?