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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Such a marvelous sonnet about your ancestor! You are probably the most talented poet I have yet found on this website!
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.
We should all keep a diary or journal. I admit that I have not been very good at this. Your sonnet on the subject is top-notch, however.