March 7, 2012
A book's been opened, pages cracked,
smiling while reading a few chapters back.
Wanting to go ahead, but not to skip;
words are too precious to mindlessly flip.
The cover is worn, but thoroughly adored,
though there's no desire to have it restored.
The last page in sight, almost there...
but the ending is something we don't wish to bear.

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Stacey B said...
Mar. 19, 2012 at 9:45 am
Beautiful ;), great job Casey ;)
ahendrickson said...
Mar. 19, 2012 at 8:12 am
Beautiful poem!  It really captures the essence of birthdays!
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