She has her mother’s eyes, they say
Before breakfast, at tea-time, and just before bed
The request is the same
“Read me a story”
the golden-haired girl asks.
Patiently cradling each book,
the woman with the painted lips
introduces her to Rebecca and Dorothy
She ushers in Anne and the “boy who never grows up”
Word by word,
phrase by phrase
The woman with the kind eyes
opens doors to new worlds
“I will teach you to read,” she says one day.
And the girl with the rosy cheeks
procures stacks upon stacks of books
that she will read to herself
Before breakfast, at tea-time, and just before bed.
Because she has her mother’s eyes