by Rani Drew
A forty-year old book – as old as our marriage,
has pencil marks on the pages.
In children’s hands pages are surfaces,
and pencils a slashing device, signs
of pre-school energy.
Too early for words, lines to baffle
later scholars, the pencil imprints bring to mind
busy toddlers rebelling against growing up.
Rani Drew is a playwright, poet and short story writer. She has been published in poetry and fiction magazines in Canada, USA, UK and in translation in Romanian journals.
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