I tell a version of this to my students the first time I hand out school-owned novels to them to read for class. Because. Middle. Schoolers. Destroy. All. Of. The. Things.
Books are babies.
If you wouldn’t do it to a baby, then you shouldn’t do it to a book.
Would you
throw a baby to another person?
bend a baby backwards?
leave a baby in the classroom or on the bus by itself for the night?
step on a baby?
smack your friend with a baby?
shove a baby spine side up in the bottom of a backpack and then put books on top of him?
balance a baby on your head?
drop a baby?
Books are babies.
If you wouldn’t do it to a baby, then you shouldn’t do it to a book.
You should
read to your baby.
talk to your friends about your baby.
laugh at your baby when it says something funny.
cry when your baby breaks your heart.
cheer your baby on.
learn from your baby.
love your baby.
Because books are babies.
2 thoughts on “A Poem: Books Are Babies”
Invisibly Me
Aw I love this, and I totally agree! Show books the compassion, kindness & care that they deserve!x
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Mrs. Ram Jam
Thanks!
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