Stopping by books in the back kitchen

Whose books these are I think I know
She is in the kitchen though
She will not mind me browsing here
To see the pages glint and glow.

Her aged gran must think it queer
To see me bend so low and peer
(I need my specs for a closer look
And see the smaller print, I fear.)

She gives the stove a little poke
And the old familiar smell of coke
Disturbs the thoughts of me and you
And the memories these tomes evoke.

The books invite a longer view
But I have other things to do
And business matters to pursue?
And business matters to pursue.


Apologies (or thanks) to Robert Frost