We're on Chapter Eight of Charlotte's Web, and Wilbur the pig has mentioned he's afraid of dying--oh, I don't know--maybe 100 times now? Given that I'm also reading The Passage, a grimly fascinating novel about post-apocalyptic America, references to death and dying currently resonate rather strongly with me. But, so far, the kids seem to be enjoying Charlotte's Web and all of its vibrant animal characters.
I remember my mother reading Charlotte's Web to me as a child and how entranced I was with Fern, Charlotte, and Wilbur. Which brings me to this poem:
by Strickland Gillilan
I had a mother who read to me
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Many thanks, Mom.