A Poem for My Librarian, Mrs. Long (You never know what troubled little girl needs a book) by Nikki Giovanni

At a time when there was not tv before 3:00 P. M.
And on Sunday none until 5:00
We sat on the front porches watching
The jfg sign go on and off greeting
The neighbors, discussion the political
Situation congratulating the preacher
On his sermon
There was always the radio which brought us
Songs from wlac in nashville and what we would now call
Easy listening or smooth jazz but when I listened
Late at night with my portable (that I was so proud of) Tucked under my pillow
I heard nat king cole and matt dennis, june christy and ella fitzgerald And sometimes sarah vaughan sing black coffee
Which I now drink
It was just called music
There was a bookstore uptown on gay street
Which I visited and inhaled that wonderful odor
Of new books
Even today I read hardcover as a preference paperback only As a last resort
And up the hill on vine street
(The main black corridor) sat our carnegie library Mrs. Long always glad to see you
The stereoscope always ready to show you faraway Places to dream about
Mrs. Long asking what are you looking for today When I wanted Leaves of Grass or alfred north whitehead She would go to the big library uptown and I now know Hat in hand to ask to borrow so that I might borrow
Probably they said something humiliating since southern Whites like to humiliate southern blacks

But she nonetheless brought the books
Back and I held them to my chest
Close to my heart
And happily skipped back to grandmother’s house Where I would sit on the front porch
In a gray glider and dream of a world
Far away
I love the world where I was
I was safe and warm and grandmother gave me neck kissed When I was on my way to bed
But there was a world Somewhere
Out there
And Mrs. Long opened that wardrobe But no lions or witches scared me
I went through
Knowing there would be Spring

Can someone help me by creating a list under each column of questions that you have for "Wonder" and observations that you make for "Notice."