Where Has My Father Gone
I was 9 years old and I didn't know where my father was?
One day he was here, then a man on a white horse came up to our house.
That night, my Father said to my younger sisters and I that he would be going away tomorrow.
He had to go and help fight with the Army of the Potomac.
I was so young that I couldn't understand this.
My Father is gone now, he was teaching me how to hunt & fish; now he isn't.
He had gone off to serve in the army.
I miss him so!
I have to help my Mother with the chores.
She told me that now I am the man of the house.
Why, does it have to be me?
Why can't my Father come home?
After, a few months had passed, a letter had come from the general.
My beloved Father had been killed.
I won't forget how my Mother clung to me and cried.
I couldn't understand why my Father had been taken away from me.
Now, I have taught myself to hunt and fish & do the chores around the farm.
I don't go to school, because I have to help with all of the farm work.
My Mother still cries at night.
I know because, I sit with her and tell her it will be okay.
Even though our Father has gone away.
Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2015
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