A Mother's Relief Poem by Chris Embrick

On the first of four grave stones:

Here lies my Polly
the first to wed
with love she kept
my heart well fed

On the second:

Here lies dear Ann
deep in her box
wed but a year
she died of pox

On the third:

Here lies my Bess
none so sweet
of three she had
the warmest feet

On the forth:

Here lies old Bob
good and dead
One by one
my daughters wed
Thank God his life
is finally o'er
I would have murdered him
had he courted four.