I am scared

I am scared you will prefer watching Pokemon,
rather than reading Lowry, Lewis, Caroll and Gaiman.
I am scared you will prefer to squish ants on a phone,
rather than flipping a page and going to moon.

I am scared you will grow up reading no comics,
or no tales of magic and might.
I am scared you will grow up without touching
true pieces of literary flight.

I am scared you will miss knowing the wrinkle in time,
or about the giver, or who the borrowers are.
I am scared you will never look for the lion in the wardrobe, 
or be afraid of the other mother behind the door.

I am scared you will never do enough sleuthing,
piecing together clues from stuff you find in a park.
I am scared you will never explore wonderland,
or dare to look through the looking glass.

I am scared that magic will seem unreal to you,
because the world tells you so.
I am scared that books will never speak to you,
because you rarely speak too.

I am scared Estes will never be able to wow you,
because it is hundred dresses that she wrote, 
which you might think is not for you.
I am scared you will forget the joy of being a child,
Tales of nothing - you should read.

I am scared you will live in a world that is four by four,
and rarely expand your repertoire,
I am scared you will not care about the world twenty years ago,
or twenty years from now too.

I am scared you will grow up before we flip technology
to make you socialize, read and play,
I am scared you will grow up before I can make all
the madness go away.