Abraham Lincoln's Mother

Abraham Lincoln's mother, Nancy Hanks
Met upon a scarce-known tragic end
When poisoned milk she unwittingly drank,
Feverish, vomiting, no one could yet tend
Suffering caused by toxins of snakeroot
When eaten by the young family's own cow
No aid for blockage, trembles, (cleanly put)
O'er Nancy Hank's last painful, awful bow,

Young Lincoln's brow was smeared with mourner's soot,
The milk sickness reveling in it's row,
Until next season, no more lives to claim,
Once the cows find no fodder underfoot
To the green forest shrubs their heads will bow
Ingesting food, oh the folks it will maim.


---Italian Sonnet






In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!