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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.

    by Strickland Gillilan

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2 Comments

  1. MotherHen says:

    Hi Becky,
    It’s one of my favorites too. Helps me stay focused. :)

  2. Becky says:

    I’ve always loved this poem.