Strength

The trip to church on Sunday wasn't long
Down dry dusty country roads closer roamed
Hearts did rejoice when singing love's sweet song
Precious memories now deeply intoned

A home filled to the brim with kith and kin
No evidence of the grief she suffered
When in her youth tales of such loss did spin
By age of twenty-five her life crumbled

Joys of a young bride with husband beside
Darling daughters three in tow~gone~from life
Oh, life issues such hard brazen blows inside
No longer was she a mother and wife

Her faith in a loving God never failed
She had strength of character which prevailed  

I have been doing some research about my biological family
I found that my father's mother was married in her youth
and had three daughters which all died as did her husband..
She married my grandfather and then had four sons which
all lived..She never gave up her faith through it all..What strength.
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Theraven Avatar
January 14, 2021 at 2:11 PM
Sara, So much in this heroic Sonnet. All the harshness of life visited upon them in youth. Counting all my blessings. -Richard
Kendrick Avatar
January 14, 2021 at 2:44 PM
Richard, Your kind review of my work is appreciated. Life isn't easy but I don't see how she lived through it all. Sara
Schneiter Avatar
September 23, 2020 at 7:13 AM
This is a beautifully conceptualized and crafted tribute to your ancestors. I enjoyed every line and appreciated the explanation you wrote at the end. Hugs, Paul
Kendrick Avatar
September 23, 2020 at 8:30 AM
Paul, This was my biological paternal grandmother who I did not get to know very well. My mother committed suicide when I was 15 months old and I was adopted. Thank you for your visit and the nice comments about my work. Sara
Duncan Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 9:38 PM
Sad write, Life hits hard sometimes. As I wrote in my poem Robert Lee, which you read already. Great job :)
Kendrick Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 7:11 AM
Debbie, Thanks for the visit to my page..Yes, life does hit hard..I can't imagine what she went through as she grieved for her children..Sara
Horn Avatar
October 2, 2015 at 6:41 AM
What a truly, truly incredible experience. What if that were to happen now. Can you imagine all of the pain and misery. Jim Horn
Kendrick Avatar
October 2, 2015 at 7:54 AM
James, Thanks for stopping by..I can only compare what happened to her and what I think I would have done and I don't think that I could have handled it.. Sara
Bailey Avatar
October 22, 2014 at 9:14 AM
This is such a warm, loving, sad yet beautifully written piece. A really touching story. Talk about great strength. Regards "B"
Callus Avatar
October 15, 2014 at 5:21 PM
This is sad in one way, but lovely in another. It is important in life to try and recover from harsh experience and look forward with faith and hope. I very much enjoyed reading this touching sonnet, Sara. // paul
Horne Avatar
October 15, 2014 at 1:45 PM
enjoying this one again, my friend - still find it very moving
Petersen Potter Avatar
October 15, 2014 at 12:45 PM
Very sad story but beautifully written sonnet Sara. Life can be so harsh at times, we need to keep our strength, dreams, hopes and faith every day.God bless you! Hugs! Love and light! xxxx D.
Sirak Avatar
October 14, 2014 at 8:59 AM
Such a sad story, yet it is full of hope and perseverance.
Horsman Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 10:48 AM
Such is life Sara, and truth is stranger than fiction,,this is a wonderful poem, of an actual realistic situation,,,you tell it so well...just love this...
Dietrich Avatar
October 10, 2014 at 9:49 PM
What an amazing story of her life, Sara. Geneology is very important in the Mormon faith. My mother is really into it!!! good of you to keep this story alive with your poetry.
Devonshire Avatar
October 9, 2014 at 2:46 PM
Dear Sara, Some people lose faith when they encounter such losses, but your father's mother held onto hers and I'm sure it gave her some solace. A beautiful sonnet, Sara. A favorite for me as I wish to be reminded that we must trust in God's plan, even when ill fortune befalls us. Love, Carolyn
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