as I read them a story
which was written over one hundred fifty years ago
and half a world away.
A story which was read to me when I was their age,
every night upon demand.
And now it is their turn, Father,
to receive this story in joy,
and claim it for their own.
What a marvel language is,
that it can freeze an author's thoughts and emotions,
and preserve them,
until they melt into the mind and heart
of the reader.
What a wonder words are,
that they can transcend space and time,
class and race,
uniting your sons and daughters
in literary fellowship.
Father, thank you for books.
Thank you for children.
And thank you for the delightful privilege
of bringing the two together.
Bringing books and children together....