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\"truman<\/a>

Me and Mom costumed for cousin Jane’s annual party. Truman Capote and his moll.<\/p><\/div>\n

When I am a youngster Mom reads to me every bed time and sometimes even in between. Maybe I am sick so much because I want her to read to me more. She reads lengthy story books, endless nursery rhymes, pages of poetry. I love it all. She has the smoothest speaking voice. Very melodic and well paced. One of my favorites, and Mom’s too, is this poem by Leigh Hunt. Possibly I love it because the author spells her name like mine. But really I love it because the message is so on point.<\/p>\n

Abou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)<\/div>\n
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,<\/div>\n
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,<\/div>\n
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,<\/div>\n
An angel writing in a book of gold:\u2014<\/div>\n
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,<\/div>\n
And to the presence in the room he said,<\/div>\n
“What writest thou?”\u2014The vision raised its head,<\/div>\n
And with a look made of all sweet accord,<\/div>\n
Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”<\/div>\n
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”<\/div>\n
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,<\/div>\n
But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then,<\/div>\n
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”<\/div>\n
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The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night<\/div>\n
It came again with a great wakening light,<\/div>\n
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,<\/div>\n
And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.<\/div>\n
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\"mom<\/a>

Mom and Emily long before yoga was a western world buzz word.<\/p><\/div>\n

During our reading sessions, I never tire of anything by Robert Lewis Stevenson. His stories and his poetry. And more. Peter Pan. Alice in Wonderland. All the classics. It’s a wonderful part of the day.\u00a0Mom knows little about parenting. A teen bride and mother she learns everything on the job. Teaching me to love reading is intuitive for her. And I come to treasure hearing the written word but reading it is another matter. My second grade teacher suggests that I am slipping down the proficient reader slope. Mom will have none of that. She makes it a point to listen to me read out loud to her\u00a0every\u00a0<\/em>afternoon for months on end until I am back up to speed. It’s a chore for both of us but she stays on task until she, not the teacher, is satisfied that I am a strong reader.<\/p>\n

Thanks Mom for that and every other love caress you gave me.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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