How do I?    To the shelf, you know where to look.
How do I?    To the shelf, you know which book.
How do I?    To the shelf, you know which row.
How do I?    To the shelf, it's the only way to grow.
How do I?    To the shelf, it's where the seeds are sown. 
 
How do I...live without it now? 
 
From stools, chairs and clambers
Tip toes and stretches
Two hands and meanders
To the middle shelf, the red cover
Dog ear after dog ear, folds and creases
Fades, stains and sun bleaches 
 
A, B, C, page after page
Onto L, M, N, O, P 
Thank you dad
It's now my diary 
Reminder, memory
For the hard to recall
Hard to decipher 
Understand or spell
For the mind of the girl who never wants to stop learning 
Who wants to know why; and how 
 
To the shelf every day 
To the place that carries the answers 
For the mind of the teenager still eager to grow 
To the shelf every day 
The shelf that holds the reasoning 
For the mind of the woman sat here now
 
To the shelf every day 
To the pages stacked with lines of resolve 
Thank you dad 
For my diary 
For my A, B, C My L, M, N, O, P My T, U, V 
Thank you dad
Secure in the pages of my dictionary