A bookshelf (Freeverse by Maddie)

A bookshelf

to some,

a bookshelf,

is pieces of wood,

constructed and cut

for household decor.

to others,

it holds,

and supports

all those childhood novels,

young adult literature,

those genuine moments in time,

with its clean-cut lines,

and

the simplicity

of angular white corners.

no matter,

how old a bookshelf becomes,

its spirit can overcome age.

a bookshelf,

is like a safe,

without the lock,

holding something precious

and open to anyone.

the smooth wood,

with no dents

or blemishes,

except for one little spot hidden behind a book,

a crack in the wood,

where the nail missed the mark.

though the imperfection,

the shelf still stands.

clean, spotless

planks of wood

the sturdiness

as it holds,

a life story.

I can see that when they were five,

they read Junie B. Jones,

a spunky six year old with a unique way

of interpreting the world

letting you know that the world is interesting when

viewed a different way.

and Shel Silverstein poems,

the outcome of letting your imagination,

spark and run wild

makes you realize that it's wondrous to have an imagination.

with a poem about a lightbulb and the sun,

and someone who ate the world.

and up on a higher shelf,

I see now that they read Maximum Ride,

a girl trying to save the world and interpret her own life,

and The Sky is Everywhere.

a world about sadness, love, and renewal,

the harshness of reality,

and the brightness of a side we never knew we had.

so bookshelves are not

 just pieces of wood,

constructed and cut

for household decor.

they hold the wonders of our lives,

and not just literature,

but our memories

and our thoughts

our past selves

those shelves of wood help shape who we are

so we may look back,

and remember

who we were,

and who we are now