DEAR ABBY: In a recent letter written by "Miserable in Missouri," the husband kept telling his wife, "My mom didn't do it that way."
I am 88 years old and have kept this poem for more years than I can count. It carries the same message:
"He didn't like my pudding
"And he didn't like my cake.
"My biscuits were too hard.
"Not like his mother used to bake.
"I didn't perk the coffee
"And I didn't make the stew,
"I didn't mend his socks
"Like his mother used to do.
"As I pondered for an answer
"I was looking for a clue.
"So I turned and boxed his ears,
"Like his mother used to do."
Abby, I enjoy your letters and remarks, and often take them to the senior center and share them with others. -- MARION V. COLLINS, MILTON, DEL.