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.