The Reading Parent
I had a parent who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellowed teeth,
Treasures stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a parent who read me plays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Robin Hood and Ivanhoe,
Which every child has a right to know.
I had a parent who read me tales
Of a secret garden and hills and dales,
Of characters true till their tragic death,
Still faithful with their final breath.
I had a parent who read me things
That wholesome like to a child’s heart brings.
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each parent of a child 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 parent who read to me.