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.