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Dear Math, Solve Your Own Problems

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

Every year it gets harder,

can’t understand a thing.

I could tell you about Newton’s laws,

talk about wars or the Holocaust for days.

I could write an essay with perfect grammar and sentence structure.

But don’t ask me to find the value of x, the circumference of a circle, or the cosine of 32

No matter how hard I try,

I just can’t seem to figure it out.

Realizations

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

Now that I’ve grown and moved away, I try to remember…

the house in Daytona, the ways I would light up when I saw his face,

Building sand castles at the beach and fishing in lakes.

The long drive back to West Virginia and the fun we had playing car games.

But I can’t seem to forget about going months without him and the day he left for good.

I guess he could come back now and try to repair the damage he’s done,

But it will never be the same.

Home

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

You will come to a quiet town

surrounded by trees that dance in the wind.

Every so often

you’ll see a small business hidden by the mountains.

Keep driving…

Passed the Chevron gas station, beyond the playground, and over the railroad tracks.

Find the blue building, the worn out “Colane” sign barely hanging on.

You will come across small houses, pastel in color.

The cracked sidewalk runs beside the metal fences, leading you to where

I call home.

Not Quite Actions Heroes

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

My brother and I had just finished watching the newest episode of Power Rangers, so we decided to re-enact the show in your yard. It was late on a summer day, but still light out. We jumped around, kicking and screaming, take it to our imaginary foe. We ran to the bridge behind our house; it lead over the creek and to our grandmother’s house. There would be the site for our next battle. Climbing over the side of the wooden bridge, I grasped onto the edges tightly, dangling over the creek water. Jeremy ran over, attempting to save me from the “evil doers,” when suddenly, my hands slipped from his, and I fell five feet down into the water below.

Mommy’s Never Win

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

I was never the one to simply take no for an answer. When mom said “no, you can’t go outside”, “no, you can’t have a snack before dinner“, or “no, you can’t play with my things“, I hoped onto our green sofa, jumping up and down and screaming at the top of my lugs. And on the days I didn’t feel like putting up much of a fight, I just went to daddy. After that, it was over. The princess always gets her way.

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.

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 assassin 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.

Emancipation Proclamation

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

“And by virtue of the power, and purposes aforesaid…”

Never approved of slaveholdin’. Never will.

“I do order and declare that all persons held as slaves within said designated states..”

Don’t believe they’re equal, don’t believe they’re the same as us.

“…and parts of the States, are, and henceforward shall be free.”

Just believe they have the right to be free.

FOOTNOTE: On January 01, 1863, Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, freeing all salves.

Meet the Lincolns

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

He wasn’t really my type,

talk, soft-spoken, and he hated the idea of slavery.

But..there was just something,

the confidence radiated off him like rays of sunshine.

Sure. We made an odd couple,

but we a strong couple.

The Lincolns..

there’s a name you’ll be here quite often.

FOOTENOTE: In 1940, Abe married Mary Todd. She came from a wealthy slave-holding family in Kentucky.

The Milk Sickness

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

I sat beside, every night

watching.

Her frail body, delusional state,

pain and gasps for air.

Now..she suffers no more.

FOOTNOTE: At the age of nine, Lincoln witnessed the death of his mother, Nancy. She died from Tremetol, commonly known as the milk sickness.