DEAR ABBY: For the second time, I have read the little verse in your column about singing to our little ones: "Richer than I you will never be, I had a mother who sang to me."� The verse makes me cry, but I am so happy that I was able to do that for my daughter. She was my only child, and I always sang to her while she was growing up.
She developed cancer in her 50s, and I was by her bedside for many months. She would ask me to sing to her when she was in pain and could not sleep. I would sing the beautiful old hymns, and when she was dying I was given the strength to sing softly to her.
The sadness will always be with me, but I have some great memories. -- MARY E. MATHEWS, ANTIOCH, TENN.
DEAR MARY: Please accept my sincere sympathy for the tragic loss of your daughter. Be assured the sound of her mother singing familiar melodies brought her great comfort during her last days.