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.~~ Strickland Gillilan
My mother read to me.
She read and read and read.
She taught me to read, maybe so I would stop the pestering.
One memory, small but big, was a time I asked her to read One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
For the 729th time
And she sighed, like she didn’t really want to read it, but she did.
I loved this book.
It wasn’t the intricate plot.
It was rhyming words, silliness, and a mother who read it to me over and over.
One fish
Two fish
Red fish
Blue fish
Love to look (fish)
In a book (fish)
Love to read (fish)
“MORE!” I plead (fish)
Snuggle, snuggle next to Mom
Dr. Seuss? He is the BOMB!
Reading ’til my eyes grow bleary
Marguerite Henry, Beverly Cleary
Jim Kjelgaard, H. A. Rey
I think I could read books all day
Late at night, late at night
I get out my big flashlight
Hiding underneath bedsheets
I wander down literary streets
Mixed Up Files,
Desert isles,
Big Red, Misty
Bring me smiles
It all began with
One fish, two fish
My love for reading
Grew and grew (fish)
The W3 prompt this week is to base your piece, a mix of prose and poem, on a childhood memory. I remember my mom reading to me.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Such a lovely share Sally
Thanks, Sadje!
Most welcome my friend
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Yes!! I loved Dr. Seuss too and books were a spring board to the stars! My mother too read to me and to my sisters. In fact she got so tired of Dr. Seuss that she wrote her own story (and illustrated it too)….
I hope you still have a copy of it. That sounds amazing!
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This is a wonderful read, Sally. I especially love these lines, “Hiding underneath bedsheets
I wander down literary streets”
Your poem makes me want my sons’ childhood back ❤️
Special memories
💞Suzanne
This was a delightful read! The bond created through reading with someone is the best, not to mention the literacy benefits!
My mother never read to me, but I loved reading to my children. It’s the best!! (K)
Hi Sally, this is a wonderful poem and post. My grandmother read to me a bit but I was reading to myself when I turned four and I’ve never stopped. I read and read to my sons too.
Reading is the best, isn’t it?
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Such a sweet reflection, and I love the picture too. ❤️
Aw, thanks. I’ve always loved that photo too
This is unbelievably sweet, Sally, and my daughter is exactly the same way you were! 🙂
~David
Thanks, David. Your daughter is in for a life of adventure. A love for reading is a ticket to everywhere.
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hi, Sally 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Murisopsis (Val), is now live!
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/08/14/w3-prompt-120-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
I love this, Sally! 💞💞💞 I had my mom read “A Fly Went By” so many times that she could still recite it from memory when my kids were born. 💞 Yes, she read it to them too 💞