Ode to My Books
by Nicolette Gascon

Every time you end your life
you open mine a little more.
Because of you
I see the world
from many different shores.
Now I see the light
In many a different view.
Because of you
I face the world
directly toward the sun.
You open my eyes
feed my soul
and nourish my very life.
Though it pains me much
I have to say
I need to dispose of you.
My dear,
I sincerely implore you ...
forgive me harsh crime;
taking from you
what you give
so freely.