We were on tenterhooks, nights without rest,
Until your angry father, to give the devil his due,
Blessed us with prayers and wealth before he went west--
But we didn't put all our eggs in one basket:
Through thick and thin
We always had a couple for breakfast--
Frequently, I blew hot and cold, and you felt, on some days,
Like running your head against a wall.
Your dear mother said: ''His heart is in the right place.
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