A Book on my Phone

I’m reading a book on my phone,

A habit I’d never condone

Before libraries closed

And my source, I supposed,

Of new novels had left me alone.

 

But my Kindle, a gift from my son,

Meant my reading-on-screen had begun.

Through the library’s site

I found, to my delight,

I could read ‘til my eyelids were done.

 

Certain books could appear with an app

On my phone with an opening tap

So wherever I go

It’s a pleasure to know

There are stories for me to unwrap.