My Gram sent me this poem very many years ago in one of her written letters in her beautifully elegant handwriting. I still have that paper, now all faded and yellowed. It holds a special place for me. It proved that there were others like me out there, and for a ten year-old, that's extremely important.
So now i'll share it with you so that you too know... you're not alone.
Please Bury Me in the Library by Patrick Lewis
Please bury me in the Library In the clean, well-lighted stacks Old Novels, History, Poetry, Right next to the paperbacks
Where the Kids' Books dance With True Romance And the Dictionary dozes. Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses.
Why back by a rack of Magazines, I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With Bookworms in my coffin.