All Her Dreams Come True

Reading a favourite book again is like listening to

the voice of your best friend, the words are choice,

the sentences beautifully formed and finished, the

story reads like a poem, all unnecessary extra’s &

 

Curlicues have been trimmed away, it makes me

realize that making small talk with people because

nobody has anything special to say and we do not

share the same interests, is such a waste of time

 

Compared to the feeling of delight and enrichment

experienced when reading a description of scenes

that are so emotional and touching, I feel as if I’m

living these events myself, the wonderful chaos in

 

The heroine’s home and the delightful characters

coming together to ferry containers full of frogs to

safety where a taxi-driver fixes a dripping faucet

and teaches the mother how to brew coffee with

 

Cinnamon and the street violinist admires a great

collection of opera music and everyone is happy

and content to be part of the action on the night

of the concert, the quartet of kids play a divine

 

Mozart and our heroine develops the ability to

play vibrato on her cello, all her dreams come

true as does mine - to read a good book…