"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has the power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive..." Eleonora Duse
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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 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.