Let My Son Live (A Mother’s Prayer) Poem by jeffrey lewis

He skedaddled without givin’ me sugar.
Don’t bring him back to me as no Yankee.
I know he’s not knee-high to a grasshopper.
No red stains on his Saber. He’s twenty.
I’m fixin’ to get on my knees and pray.
Do my knees have to be closed or apart?
General Lee better not touch my Clay!
Don’t laugh at me, I’m speakin’ from the heart.
I trust Ulysses Grant to take care of him.
Yeah, he is a Sergent, but he’s my boy.
I should also pray for Ms. Jackson’s Tim.
How could I leave out Mr. Smith’s son Roy?
Them Southerners better not harm our young’uns.
God, them biscuits are givin’ me the runs.