Electric Nostalgia

Nostalgia thumps in my chest

When I stroll by a kid who reads

a book made of light,

with a choice  to zoom in

for a clearer view of the words

on its screen of rich gloss

One click bookmarks a page.

Another click whisks her away

To a social media heaven

Where instant messages

gather to reward her youth

Nostalgia flows through my thoughts

As I remember the time when books

were the sustenance for this kid

When libraries held the landmarks

for bliss to guide my triumphant flips

 through the pages of my prize in spine

Nostalgia hits my heart with a beat

as I remember Saturday mornings spent

reading a dusty copy of The Secret Garden

Dusty books were the best to this kid

A young mind that conjured kings

and queens before me who read this book

then passed it down to their kids

who were princes and princesses

And in that book, I palmed the ashes

of their royalty which were now

the roots of my own glory

Nostalgia bows my head in honor

for the memories of a golden time

When imagination was a gift

A time when books to a child

meant a chance to explore

the mystique of literature

And zoom was a speed in which this kid’s

mind traveled across written worlds

composed in wondrous freedom

 Nostalgia breathes in the air of innocence

I sigh with pride of having truly lived as a kid