My Mom Taught Me Poem by Marilyn Lott

My mom was quite the teacher
When I was growing up
She was stern about how to do things
Like hang clothes on the line.
There was a certain way of doing it
And there were no exceptions.
Everything had to go together just right...
Towels with the washcloths beside them,
Shirts hung by the bottom
Pants from the waistline
And then there was washing dishes!
First came the glasses, then the plates
Afterward was the silverware.
Last of all the pots and pans.
Yes, Mom was particular.
And then there was the ironing.
On a shirt I had to start with the collar
Then the cuffs and sleeves
Then the body of the shirt
And last of all, the shoulders.
Looking back I don’t think I ever
Resented these lessons
I was being taught to be a housewife
Plain and simple!
That’s what women did then
They stayed home, kept the house
And raised the children.
Life was simpler then
Clear cut and simple.
This is what we did.
I don’t know if life was better then
Or just simpler.
I would imagine
A little bit of both.

Thanks Mom!