Winter - it's cold, gray and gloomy. We are stuck in the house. No one wants to do anything (even me). Then, I ran across a favorite of mine. An inspiration. We could forget about "school" and go on an adventure together!
The day got brighter with our comfy sofa, quilts, some hot chocolate, and a book to share. It turned everything around for me....
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| Shameless "staging" for a picture to share |
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.
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