Once a month I go to the library <br />to read to preschoolers. <br />Books and my voice are my tools, <br />not pencils and rulers. <br />Today I was ready to read, <br />but no children I saw. <br />Last month there were at least eight, <br />but......today none at all. <br /> <br />So I searched our small library until, <br />on his mom's lap, I spied <br />a little boy who looked at me, <br />questioning with wide-opened eyes. <br />They were at the computers and <br />at first he remained there, <br />but before long he wandered over near me <br />and hid......behind a big chair. <br /> <br />I started to read one of the books <br />I had already brought, <br />and he soon became the sole member <br />of the audience I'd sought. <br />He came out and stood quietly in front of me, <br />staring as I read, <br />then off he darted again behind a chair, <br />just......showing his head. <br /> <br />When I finished one book, he started <br />to take one from the shelf, <br />but I encouraged him to choose from those <br />nearby, which I'd chosen myself. <br />He picked out one, I read it, then <br />he picked out another. <br />After a while, to a nearby table, <br />along......came his mother. <br /> <br />I would have kept reading ….. <br />past my allotted time, <br />reading of cats-baking-pies, <br />and a book full of rhyme, <br />but my wife was coming soon <br />to pick me up with the car. <br />I had fun doing, for One, what, <br />spelled backwards......is daer. <br /> <br />[make that 'for Two'] <br /> <br />(February 28,2014)<br /><br />Bri Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/audience-of-one-volunteer-reading-little-kids-personal-medium-length/
