She opened the first chapter of the book, with an intention to read
At least a few pages, but despite trying hard, she could not succeed
In paying attention, the page unturned remained
The attempt at reading had exacerbated her pain..
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In her old life, a bibliophile she had been
Without a book in her hand she was rarely seen
Introverted and self-absorbed, she was often found
Reading in a corner, oblivious of the world around
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The love of her life and her love for books happened to be intertwined
Around her love for books she had their lives designed
They read in companionship and had spirited discussions
About the books that had left on them lasting impressions
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When a cruel twist of fate left her all alone
Overwhelmed by her grief, she abandoned the first love that she had known
Even after months had passed, she could not being herself to read
The identity of her as a reader she seemed to have buried
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One day a call from her favorite bookstore she received
There was a book waiting for her, she was intrigued
It was a gift from her late husband, the order for which had been placed while he was alive
It was a rare first edition, which explained the time it had taken to arrive
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She had no desire to read, but she accepted the book anyway,
Trying to read the book, she would open it every day
She did not make it past the first page for a whole week
Just when the prospect of her actually reading had turned bleak
She turned a page, then another, and before she knew
She had read the entire book, not realizing where time flew
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She went back to reading voraciously like she used to
But she realized that there was something more she needed to do
A book club exclusively for those who had suffered a loss she did create
Healing through reading books she wanted to facilitate
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Many grieving individuals have found support and healing through her venture
Her love for reading has helped many non-readers embark on reading adventures
Passion...unbridled 