At Reading Time by Edith Bingham Howell

I was posting on my home school mom blog and titled it "Reading Time" because I won a wonderful basket of books recently and am having a great time going through and picking out what to read. But the title of my blog reminded me of a poem that my mom wrote for Daniel when he was 2. Daniel loved sitting on my lap and being read to for hours (yes, really) at a time. I thought I'd share it with you all. Enjoy!

At Reading Time

by Edith Bingham Howell

She has a little son

Who's nearly three

And in the bedtime hour

He climb's upon his mother's knee

and snuggles down on her arm

With "mother read to me!"

She reads about the squirrels

That frolic in the wood, 

About two puppies-

one naughty and one good.

And then some tender lullabies-

Just as a mother should.

The light grows faint, and fainter;

The sandman guards the door;

My baby's boat drifts slowly 

upon the slumber shore-

But when the reading stops, he cries,

"O, Mother, read some more!"

I'm sure his "Precious Mother, "

Adored from East to West,

Feels half the satisfaction 

Or is so truly blessed

As, I when reading to my child 

Held closely to my breast.

Not all the fame and glory

of others can compare

With that deep thrill of pleasure

which is my humble share,

For precious are the flowers

That reading mothers share!

1921-2002