Mothers by Georgiana E. Demolet
Mothers many years ago read aloud to children.
I hope they do today.
t opened up our world
To dream, to love, to pray.
Imagine those two drops of rain
Running down my windowpane.
From A.A. Milne-a world so gay
Imagination-wonderous play.
Whatever happened to Little Boy Blue?
His toys still in a row?
Tears rose in our eyes-twas all so sad.
Did even Mama know?
And Winnie The Pooh-we loved him so.
His antics, bears and Tigger.
Poetry made us all aglow,
And Mama's eyes grew bigger.
My childhood, restful, quiet fun.
Tales from Mother often spun.
An apple-"Nancy Drew"--what bliss.
And Mama throwing us a kiss.
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