Let Me Read Ya’ Something


There was always a chorus
of adolescent groans
whenever you said,
“Let me read ya’ something.”

Okay, maybe not
the first time you said it,
but every time,
the hundreds of times,
you repeated it
through the years.

It was usually
at the height
of a disagreement
of perspectives
on politics
or history
or doctrine
or social issues,
when you would raise
your voice
ever so slightly
and say,
as you reached for a tome
from the bookcase,
“Let me read ya’ something.”

Like this would settle the matter,
because your reasoning
was based on your reading,
and the authority
of published authors
had to be respected,
and would be harder to dispute
than the reasoning of our father.

The groans said it all;
we wouldn’t concede
just because
had written
you construed to support
your reasoning.

After all,
we were adolescents;
we knew everything;
we didn’t respect authority
like you did.

But, that didn’t stop you;
it seemed
like you had read
we discussed,
there was always
an occasion
to say,
“Let me read ya’ something.”

About stevenddorsey

I have been an avid writer for as long as I can remember. I enjoy composing poetry, lyrics, children's books and fiction for young adults. I have traveled the world extensively in my 25+ year career as an International Development professional and executive. I have lived in Europe, Latin America, and Africa. I speak Spanish and French. I married Rachel Miltimore in 1985. We have five children and five grandchildren. We currently live in Manassas, Virginia. We enjoy writing children's books together.
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