MY MOTHER READ TO ME

MY MOTHER READ TO ME


We did not own many books
So before I started school
How I loved to just hear
About the Golden Rule;
I used to sit and listen
Upon her apron'ed knee
I loved to hear her voice
As my mother read to me.

I lived for when my daddy
Took some extra time
To tell me all his stories
Of when, he too, was nine;
My favourite was the one
He told about the moose
And when he was attacked
By the neighbors goose.

My mother read me poems
My daddy told tall tales
I sat on my red stool
Or on high hay bales;
Listening and smiling
Believing every word
Dreaming I, too, could fly
Just like a wild bird.

Years flew by & they did too
And now I sit & write
What a pleasure it's become
Many days and nights;
I give them all the credit
For every rhyme & word
I love my favourite hobby
I fly now like a bird.

Sometimes I just write fiction
More often, the real thing
Sometimes they are so sad
They make the old eyes sting;
Poetry and short-stories
Are now my life, you see
And I thank God every day
My mother read to me.