Painting Inspired by Nostalgia of my mother reading us stories and then me trying to pass on the same stories to my children.
“Tell us a story,” comes the cry
From little lips when nights are cold,
And in the grate the flames leap high.
“Tell us a tale of pirates bold,
Or fairies hiding in the glen,
Or of a ship that’s wrecked at sea.”
… and there and then
Gather the children round my knee.
Author: Unknown