July 24, 2007

Poem for mothers

The Reading Mother
By Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)

I had a Mother who read me things
That wholesome life to a child's heart brings –
Stories that stir with an upward touch.
Oh that every Mother 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.

From the Web site Fun with Words