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The Reading Mother

This painting hung in my best friend's home when I was young. It was the first print we bought with money from wedding gifts after Lane and I married. It is called "Jungle Tales" and was painted by Sir James Shannon in 1895. I love how lost in the story those children are.

This painting hung in my best friend’s home when I was young. It was the first print we bought with money from wedding gifts after Lane and I married. It is called “Jungle Tales” and was painted by Sir James Shannon in 1895. I love how lost in the story those children are.

I couldn’t find one of my favorite poems on my own blog today!

Pity.

So I’m posting it again and putting a link to it so I can find it in the future.

Ha.

The Reading Mother by Strickland Gillian

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. 

Thanks to poemhunter.com for having it on hand!
{ 2 comments… add one }
  • Lane Livingston October 27, 2016, 3:13 pm

    I have the most amazingly talented wife. Wow!

    • Liz October 28, 2016, 2:23 pm

      Wow! Two comments two days in a row! I’m loving this!

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