She & dh went out to get me a rose, and she sang a song she made up:
There is no one richer than me, richer than me, richer than me. There is no one richer than me, because I have a mom who reads to me.
There is no one richer than me, richer than me, richer than me. There is no one richer than me, because I have a mom who teaches me.
There is no one richer than me, richer than me, richer than me. There is no one richer than me, because I have a mom who loves me.
(She got the idea from a poem we read the other day, "The Reading Mother" by Strickland W. Gillilan--in the Glorya Hale collection, An Illustrated Treasury of Read-Aloud Poems for Young People. Such a great poetry book!)
"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 Strickland W. Gillilan
Keep reading to your kids :-)
Merry :-)
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