In The Corner Of The Bookshelf

In the corner

of the bookshelf 

Sits a box

Unopened for years

So many memories

Some treasured

Some torturous 

Inside of that box

You'll find

A beautiful book

Its pages are worn

The corners bend back

The cover's so faded

You can't even read

The title

They loved that book

That he used to read

At bedtime

To get her

To fall asleep

A book filled with love

And joy

And happily ever after

Who knew 
that these lovely
Memories with her father
Would one day come back
And relentlessly taunt her
He would tuck her 
In blankets
And start reading the book
Her eyes would get heavy
With the sound of his voice
And too many times
They did not finish the story
She was off to sleep
In her own fantasy
And now
This book
She won't read
To her daughter
For no one could do it
As nicely 
As father