I turn the page, resting my voice for a second
and catch your gaze on me, eyes bright
and full of delight.
You’ve said many times
that my reading voice is magical.
I wouldn’t have believed you if you hadn’t looked at me that way every time.
If I didn’t know
use words that were untrue just to flatter me.
Your words are always true,
as is your encouragement.
As is your love.
And so I shall read for you
until the years catch us up
and I can read no more.