A long held book from '89
Worn well and loved by Grandma's mind
With spine rubbed sheer and pages fled
For ten straight years she thought it deadRipped apart and cover sliced
Edges cut and set in a vice
Hammered, glued, and leather band
Thirty years, returned to handYour book renewed with fresh new flourish
Pages evened for thumbs to nourish
These lines you've seen for years before
May they serve you well for many more