The Reading Mother
By Strickland Gililan
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.
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.
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 Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.
Of Gelert 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!
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.
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be--
I had a Mother who read to me.
I came across this poem and wanted to share it. I had not heard it in it’s entirety before…only the last few lines.
When I read this poem, it reminded me of the positive things I do offer my children. One of them is reading to them. It is a simple activity. It doesn't cost money. It does take time and I have time to offer.
This summer we are reading Pagoo, The Burgess Seashore Book and Christian Liberty Nature Readers. My hubby is reading aloud Man of the Family - the second of the books in the "Little Britches" series by Ralph Moody.
I am grateful for our homeschool journey.
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