“Just One More” by Melissa Countryman

My little hands on yours 

as you move them across the page. 

Making sense of tiny symbols 

as you take me to distant lands 

I’ve never known. 

Your soothing voice 

carrying me like a boat 

on the sea, 

the whisper of the pages, 

the wind in my hair, 

the smell of lavender and citrus 

turning to seaweed and mermaids. 

The turned page now  

the whipping of the sail on the mast. 

My bed now a deserted Island 

with treasures to explore. 

Before I know it, its 

“the end” 

and I beg you for just  

one more.