President Jefferson Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A leader, great and wise,
With words of freedom for all eyes.
He wrote of rights, so clear and true,
But hid a truth, known by few.

His wife, now gone, a silent space,
Her sister, young, with gentle grace.
A bond unspoken, deep and wide,
Beneath the laws, where secrets hide.

Six children born, a tender plea,
From love's embrace, yet not quite free.
In slavery's shadow, they took their form,
Bearing a father's hidden storm.

The nation buzzed, with whispers spread,
Of broken vows, and words unsaid.
A silence kept, for years untold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.