My libraries were never silent
They were rarely even quiet
When the kids came down from the flats because they had never held a book someone else hadn’t read before them they would chatter and their mothers would scold
I wish I could say I never minded
Never judged those who came in and only checked out DVDs
But I came from a house of books
So in that House of Books
I felt superior.
My library now is full of children too
And women scolding them
And young men speaking Urdu
And old men with nowhere else to go
I live in a flat with so few books in it now
So in this House of Books
I feel at home.