A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole,
   and he didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard,
   not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew.
I didn't mend his socks,
   the way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer,
   I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked him,
   like his Mother used to do.

1 comment:

  1. I love this! Written by a true genius who was also a daughter-in-law! :-)