Love for librarians

I came across this excerpt from a new poetry collection by Nikki Giovanni calledAcolytes:

This is my first memory:
A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creak
wood floor
A line of green shades - bankers' lights - down the center
Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply
too short
For me to sit in and read
So my first book was always big

In the foyer up four steps a semi-circular desk presided
to the left side of the card catalogue
On the right newspapers draped over what looked like
a quilt rack
Magazines face out from the wall

The welcoming smile of my librarian
The anticipation in my heart
All those books - another world - just waiting
At my fingertips.


I love this! This was my first memory of our public library. I hope you have such wonderful memories...