Of A Bible
A busy time for me. Most of the family decided to read me
through this year. They kept me busy for the first two weeks,
but they have forgotten me now.
Clean-up time. I was dusted yesterday and put in my place.
My owner did use me for a few minutes last week.
He had been in an argument and was looking up some
references to prove he was right.
Had a busy day first of the month. My owner was elected
president of the PTA and used me to prepare a speech.
Grandpa visited us this month.
He kept me on his lap for an hour reading from 1 Peter
5:5-7. He seems to
think more of me than do some people in my own household.
I have a few green stains on my pages. Some spring
flowers were pressed in my pages.
I look like a scrapbook. They have stuffed me full of
newspaper clippings – one of the girls got married.
They put me in a suitcase today. I guess we are off on
vacation. I wish I could stay home; I know I'll be closed up in this
thing for at least two weeks.
Still in the suitcase.
Back home at last and in my old familiar place.
I have a lot of company.
Two women's magazines and four comic books are stacked on
top of me. I wish I
could be read as much as they are.
They read me a little bit today.
One of them is very sick.
Right now I am sitting in the center of the coffee table.
I think the minister is coming by for a visit.
Back in my old place.
Somebody asked today if I were a scrapbook.
The family is busy
getting ready for the holidays.
I guess I'll be covered up under wrapping paper and
packages again . . . just as I am every Christmas.