being read to

you loved
as child when
someone would read
to you. your mother,
a teacher. to put
your head down
and let the words
pour into your ears
and form an image
in the soft sweet
memory of your mind.
how those stories
lingered and warmed
you, kept you still
where you were, calm
and listening, wanting
only more words,
more stories, for
the night to stretch
into morning.