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Separation

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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Conspiracy

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

Wasn’t long ’til they caught him,

eleven days.

John Wilkes Boothe is his name.

They say he’s the one that shot the President..

him and eight others.

Said they thought they was helping the South.

Didn’t help me none.

FOOTNOTE: John Wilkes Boothe, the assassinĀ of President Lincoln, was shot and killed eleven days after Lincoln died. Eight other conspirators were punished for their involvment.

Re-Election

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

We’re at the end of our rope with the civil war.

A Northern victory is sure to come. I shall see to it.

Allow my warning to the South to be very clear.

“The government will not assail you. You have no oath registrered in Heave to destroy the government,

while I shall have the most solemn one to persue, protect, and defend it.”

Four Boys And A President

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

They were everything to me,

those four boys.

Poor Eddie, gone before age three.

Oh, how I loved seeing Todd and Willie.

Best of friends, they were. Acted just like their papa.

Words can’t describe how dearly I miss them.

Robert, my oldest. Well…he’s all I have left.

FOOTNOTE: Abe and Mary had four children, all boys. Their oldest son Robert was the only one to survive childhood.

Assassination

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

Good Friday? There wasn’t anything good about it.

It was an unusually settled night.

I attended Ford’s Theatre with Abraham. We sat in the balcony with some of our friends.

The quietness of the room was broken by gunshot, piercing my ears.

Abe slumped in his chair, a bullet to the back of the head.

In seconds, my life came crashing down.

A man jumped quickly from the balcony to the stage,

escaping with my husband’s life.

FOOTNOTE: President Lincoln was assassinated on Good Friday, April 04, 1865. He was shot once in the back of the head while attending a play at Ford’s Theatre with wife Mary. He died the next day in a nearby hotel.

A Step-Mother’s Touch

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

He was a bit shy when we met, little Abe,

but it didn’t take long for him to warm up to me.

Wasn’t too educated. Couldn’t read a lick.

I taught him though,

and now you can’t find him without a book in his hand.

FOOTNOTE: Abe’s father remarried to Sarah Bush Johnston. She and Abe immediately became close. She taught Abraham to read.

Civil War

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

General Robert E. Lee –

not an easy man to break,

but by God, our President did it.

Outside the White House a crowd formed,

a vast sea of faces illuminated by the lights of the White House,

and stretching into the darkness.

And there he was, our President,

Abraham Lincoln.

It was intense, silent.

“…the Civil War has come to an end.”

FOOTNOTE: A reporter named Noah Brooks published a story of the speech given by President Lincoln after the surrender of Confederate General Robert E. Lee, which ended the Civil War.