- Scruffy hair and bleary eyes
- Just woke up
- He gallops down the hall
- Shouts "Hey Dad!" as he passes
- Leans on the living room table
- And gazes at the book we’re reading
- And gazes
- And gazes
- A longing on his face
- A nameless feeling
- No words to describe it
- No experience to draw upon
- The longing
- What happiness it would bring to dive in
- To luxuriate in the words
- To imagine other worlds and creatures and people
- To be like other kids
- To be like he was once
- To read
- Was that not so easy
- Not long ago
- Like it was yesterday
- To read
- So easily
- So effortlessly
- Without a care in the world
- Instead, the cover
- An invitation that cannot be accepted
- A door, once so inviting, now foreboding
- Full of fear and terror
- And again, that look
- The longing
- The sadness
- The realization
- And, though I wish with all my heart
- That it will never come to pass
- The resignation
- If only I could stop it
- That deluge, that torrent
- Stop the crushing weight of reality
- Fight back the darkness
- I cannot
- But know, instead
- I will be there, always
- I will be your guide
- I will be your light
- I will be your rock
- And you, my greatest love