A Child's Evening Prayerby

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Here on my bed my limbs I lay

             God grant me grace, my prayers to say

   Oh God preserve my mother dear

             In strength and health for many a year;

 And Oh preserve my father too

     And may I pay him reverence due;

        And may I my best thoughts employ

 To be my parents' hope and joy;

    And Oh preserve my brothers both

  From evil doings and from sloth;

       And may we always love each other

             Our friends, our father, and our mother;

And still, O Lord, to me impart

An innocent and grateful heart;

That after my great sleep I may

Awake to thy eternal day;

Om Tat Sat

The Reading Mother

May we read to our kids.

 

Cheers
Much Reading
Bandra BOW 


The Reading Mother  by Strickland Gillian

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 Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness lent 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.