Tuesday, October 07, 2014

The Reading Mother

 This poem, for me, is an ideal that I hope to live up to. It shows an example of quality and quantity. We are not up to Marmion or Ivanhoe but, I hope to some day. This day we started with "My Car" by Byron Burton.

The Reading Mother
By Strickland Gillilan

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 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!

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.


Michael and Anita said...

Love the poem. And love that bottom picture of your sweet girl! So cute!

Jaime said...

I think reading together as a family is so fun! We are reading Ella Enchanted right now and the girls (and me!) are so into; it is cute how excited they are to gather around and see what is happening.