How often I have slept like this, Snuggled up against my son,Or as a frightened child, I’d lie,In the bend of my father’s arm. Whatever stories you shared with us,Bright and bold as any ever,Nothing you did was better than,Investing in those living treasures. And all the glories that you gave,Are richer for the giving... The post Tolkien and His Son, Asleep appeared first on S. D. Smith.
