Thanks to my husband, who’s incredibly thoughtful on most holidays but who pulls out all the stops on Mother’s Day, I had a great one. I also had time to reflect on all the great mothers I’ve had in my life, especially, of course, the one who raised me.
But as tributes to mothers go, this one really does say it better, from one mom to another, check it out at Monda’s blog here.
The picture itself is a jewel.
Tim has been putting up some great poems and posts here, too.
I’ll leave you all with a Mother’s Day favorite, Strickland Gillilan’s The Reading Mother. From me to the woman who taught me that you can NEVER have too many library cards and who now, after living here less than a year, avails herself of lending privileges at more libraries in the Central Arkansas area (including all of Little Rock) than I even knew existed. Thanks, Mom, we love you!
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 Celert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent 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.
That’s all for now. It’s late. Bye y’all,