The Reading Mother poem by Strickland Gillilan
Posted September 3, 2009on:
The Reading Mother
I had a Mother who read me things
That wholesome life to a child’s heart brings –
Stories that stir with an upward touch.
Oh that every Mother 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, (1869-1954) an American poet and humorist, much of his work is public domain