The Reading Mother

Story Time with Nanny on the Bookmobile

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 lent 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.


by Stricklan Gillilan

You can read anywhere...even in the kitchen!

I had a mother who read to me. 


Now she reads to my kids.

Nanny's Book Basket

Thank you, Mom, for all of the worlds 
you put into my hands, and theirs.


We love you. 


Happy Mother's Day.


Blessings,


Heather