Who was it taught my husband how
To shoe a horse and hold a plow,
And to all womankind to bow?
Who was it taught my useful lord
To drive a nail and saw a board,
And follow truth in deed and word?
Who on the dark house-cleaning days
My style and system oft would praise,
And never talk of "mother’s ways"?
Whom, more than grandma, spoils my sons,
And buys them marbles, knives and guns,
And feeds the baby frosted buns?
Who ne’er an unkind word has said
Against the wife his son has wed,
Nor wished another in her stead?
And though the world heeds not his name,
Nor yields him glory, wealth or fame,
Deep in my heart he holds a claim –
By Sharlott M. Hall