The Reading Mother by Strickland Gillilan

All the moms I know don’t want *stuff* for Mother’s Day. Too much clutter already in the house, they politely mumble.

Well, then.

Memorizing poetry only takes up space in your head. That’s always good.

Memorize this, please:

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 (1869-1954)

Simple, isn’t it?

There’s a bit more to the poem. You can memorize that, too.

Then give Mom a huge hug.

Hugs don’t take up space, either.


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