I watch as she quietly re-shelves the out of place

books in the children's section of the Library.

Who knew three kids could do this much damage?

Some wouldn't appreciate the beauty of this moment.

Some would question why an educated woman

would choose a career path that

features decreased funding,

a low salary,

and less and less honor from the outside world.

But they don't see her like I do.

I see her through the eyes of

my five year old daughter.

My daughter, who wants to read ten books

a night because she's so enthralled

by the stories found between the covers.

My daughter, who sits on the floor

of my office, coloring pictures,

and writing stories underneath.

I see her when I think of the deep love

for literature growing within my daughter -

starting at home, yes, but growing stronger

because of this woman who decided

the sacrifice really was worth it.

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published November 2012.

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