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    The Reading Parent

    Strickland Gillilan

     

    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.