Posted: April 17, 2012 by briannaadkins in Abraham Lincoln -- A Life in Poems, BriannaA

Didn’t talk much after his mama died.

We had a few conversations here and there.

Said he felt like I was trappin’ him,

said he felt enslaved.

Took the first chance he could to leave,

and once he did,

I didn’t see my boy again.

FOOTNOTE: Abe didn’t get along with his father after the death of his mother. He felt like a slave in his home. At the age of twenty-two, Lincoln left home, never to be seen again by his father.


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