Read to your children, twenty minutes a day;
You have the time, And so do
they.
Read while the laundry is in
the machine;
Read while the dinner cooks;
Tuck a child in the crook of your arm
And reach for the library
books.
Hide the remote,
Let the computer games cool,
For one day your children will
be off to school.
"Remedial?" "Gifted?" You
have the choice;
Let them hear their first tales
In the sound of your voice.
Read in the morning;
Read over noon;
Read by the light of
Goodnight Moon.
Turn the pages together,
Sitting close as you'll fit,
Till a small voice beside you
says,
"Hey, don't quit."
*Submitted by Lisa in VA
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