The Library Stairs

The library stairs, sat in a large room,

Surrounded by books. The smell of

Mahogany brought memories from

Other times, as I walked around.

Since I was young, it was my favorite

Part of the house, even before I could

Read. I felt protected by the books

Covering the walls.

The library stairs stood there, keeping

Me company. Crafted in mahogany with

Faux bamboo and leather panels. Inviting

Me to reach, reach for more.

The library stairs, that my father and his

Father once climbed, now mine.

The library steps, as old as the books

I wanted to touch.

Any story could be mine, if only I

Could climb the steps. Any adventure

In my hands, as I climbed the

Leather library stairs.