Wisdom
A book in a woman's hands
is a beautiful thing to see ~
a lady reading nightly
to a child at her knee.
Teaching generations
of scholars yet to come,
the joy of forever learning ~
ne'er beneath an ignorant thumb.
For in that child's eyes
is the light of yesteryear,
the joy of present tales,
and the promise of futures near.
And the hopes that there are fostered,
and the vision that is seen
by the child nightly kneeling
makes the woman a royal queen.
For she bestows the love
of adventure, knowledge and light
upon that kneeling child,
each and every night.
~Cara Mia~
