GloMag GloMagMarch2020 | Page 410

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. 410