Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
“Oh, I’ve read lots of books,” answered Rebecca casually. “Father’s and Miss Ross’s and all the dif’rent school teachers’, and all in the Sunday-school library. I’ve read The Lamplighter, and Scottish Chiefs, and Ivanhoe, and The Heir of Redclyffe, and Cora, the Doctor’s Wife, and David Copperfield, and The Gold of Chickaree, and Plutarch’s Lives, and Thaddeus of Warsaw, and Pilgrim’s Progress, and lots more. – What have you read?”
And speaking of mothers, here is a post that I wrote around Mother’s Day last year about a wonderful book, My Mother is the Most Beautiful Woman in the World.
How I love reading dedications. They are like a tendril of hair fallen softly on a forehead.
Happy Mother's Day!
Richele
oh to be that mother in my children's eyes…
amy in peru
🙂