Words on a Page

Last thing before bed
And the first upon waking,
Before he gets dressed
And finds out what's been shaking,
A book is what Henry
Is glued to as tight
As a kite-flyer clings
To the string of his kite.

Right now Harry Potter's
His evening fare.
Both Mommy and Daddy
The chapters do share;
And mornings when Nana
Is there, Roald Dahl
And his novels hold Henry
Completely in thrall.

A lifetime of stories
And reading awaits,
But rather than trust it
To chance or the fates,
Our Henry has learned
How the mind of a boy
Can, from words on a page,
Fill with journeys and joy.