Gone Away
My husband has gone away, off to fight in Mr. Washington's Army.
Now, I am faced with the difficult task of managing a farm & raising our 7 children; 4 boys and 3 girls.
I have to keep the children home from school, because I need the help on the farm.
Every day, I struggle to get the cows milked on time and all the animals fed & watered.
In between, I harvest the crops and teach my children their lessons.
It is so hard on us, with my husband gone.
Tomorrow, I have to go into town too sell our young calf, just to meet the taxes on the house and land.
Every morning, I wake up with a filling of dread.
Will today be the day I hear my husband has died?
Today will I break down and start weeping in front of the children?
God, help me get through each day.
Guide me to do the right things.
All I want is to see my husband alive again.
Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2015
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