She never kept a journal, put her life
on paper for posterity to read,
and all I know of her is she was wife
to great-great grandpa and she shared his need
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Oh, I wish I knew her thoughts when she saw four of her nine children laid in tiny mounds and when her husband left to go once more where prophets called. a fine poem. tony
Wow! A flawless sonnet, perfect in every way: rhyme, meter, meaning and emotion. Also, the title fits well with the poem. This is too good for Poem Hunter. You should have saved it for a contest, But maybe it has already won in some contest?
I like this poem about a real person, her trials, and your desire to know the details. Perhaps she wrote about it, but it was lost. Some things may never be known. Thanks for sharing.
Such a marvelous sonnet about your ancestor! You are probably the most talented poet I have yet found on this website!