The Reading Mother

Here is a poem that speaks volumes about the importance of parents reading to their children.

                                                                             The Reading Mother

I had a Mother who read to me, 

Sagas of pirates, who scoured the sea,

Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,

“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.

 

I had a Mother who read me lays,

Of ancient and gallant and golden days;

Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,

Which every boy has a right to know.

 

I had a Mother who read me tales,

Of Celert the hound of the hills of Wales,

True to his trust till his tragic death,

Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

 

I had a Mother who read me the things,

That wholesome life to the boy heart brings

Stories that stir with an upward touch,

Oh, that each mother of boys were such.

 

You may have tangible wealth untold;

Caskets  of jewels and coffers of gold.

Richer than I you can never be–

I had a Mother who read to me!

 

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