The Reading Mother
Strickland Gillilan
1869 to 1954
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I had a mother who read to me
Sagas pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their teeth,
“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath
I had Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every has a right to know.
I had a Mother read me tales
Of Celert the hound of the of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.
I had a who read me the things
That wholesome life to boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such.
You have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers gold.
Richer than I you can never be —
had a Mother who read to me.