A Return to a Childhood Comic Book Store
When young my mom would take me to the store.
Where I faced a difficult decision.
To spend allowance on this key mission,
find pulp novels or comics to explore.
Away from strip where dealers sell car deals
our only comic book store sits alone.
Within these racks of ink my worlds have grown
in boxes of heroic grand ordeals.
Here one son likes to read graphic novels.
The other sticks with classic Mickey Mouse.
Inherit these memories, a sense of place.
My daughter loves Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I hope to find an illustrated Faust,
to learn our morals at a different pace.