Mary Frederick Ahearn
Shall I . . .
give you a present? A first gift, token or more, who can say? Perhaps a book, one I love and feel that you would too. I will. Shall I write a small, sweet (not too) something on the flyleaf or nothing at all? The date? Your name, mine . . . I wonder. Which book, new, off my own shelf, or none at all? I waver. I wait.
there it stays
on the too-full shelf
my book of dreams
its pages worn and soft
the inky words fading away
About the Author
Mary Frederick Ahearn lives in Pottstown, Pennsylvania. “Writing is a great joy to me, and with it, the interaction with wonderful poets from all over the world. Reading, photography, and being out in the natural world are delights and solace for this introverted soul.”