Drops of Inspira

Hello!  Another month has rolled by and it's the fifteenth once again. Just a reiteration of the rules here: every fifteenth of the month I will try to post a poem I've written recently. You can post your own in the comments section or just use the prompt to write your own off-screen. If nothing else, I hope that this will fight any bouts of Writer's Block you might encounter. This month's prompt is: Please be mindful that this is a PG environment. If you place one of your poems in the comment section, no language or sexual content.  Here is mine: Now go write and have fun! If you liked the poem or just want to leave a comment, please let me know in the comment section below. 

"Did we get any mail today? Are the books here yet?"  Not your typical back-to-school questions, am I correct? Yet these were mine as a child.  School was great fun for me. It meant lots of books, researching bygone eras until I daydreamed of Romans and Carthaginians, lots and lots of math, and English. Most of all, it meant books.  I can remember when the UPS man came to the door with large brown boxes stuffed with books. I could scarcely wait until my mom dragged them to her room and unboxed them.  Once she cut the tape, my hands were in the boxes first, picking up every book, studying the back covers and flipping through the pages. My mom explained to me that these would be part of my literature program that year.  I couldn't believe it. Could I read them all now?  It disappointed me when she said I had to wait until school started. She further explained that I couldn't read them all at once and I had to answer questions as I read.  This would dampen most