1839 Mary Entertains Abraham Lincoln
Moonbeams come
through the glass in the room,
and shine on this candle lit sight;
Carolina Jasmine is in full bloom,
and kerosene lights the night.
The Whigs...debate politics,
while two men play at chess.
I entertain...them tonight,
as I am divinely...dressed.
But then his hand brushes mine,
he's Abraham Lincoln.
No money at all, and ambitions,
some...say he'll never see,
but he and the sharp mind
that he has, is exactly...
what I seek.
Copyright © Jean Ward | Year Posted 2005
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