I remember reading these early reader
Detective stories when I was a girl,
And Abraham and I plug away at them,
Day by day,
As Nate the Great seeks for a lost weed
Or a missing birthday surprise
Or a stolen beach bag
Or a missing picture.
He asked me today if, perhaps,
When he has finished the series,
He could read a graphic novel
Or another early reader,
And I assured him that he could read them
Now, as he desires,
Indeed, could read as much as he might wish
For the rest of his life.
This is the blessing of being literate.
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