We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
Eight of whom we lost
Ere I had reached the age of sixty.
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
Eight of whom we lost
Ere I had reached the age of sixty.
I, the teacher, the old maid, the virgin heart,
Who made them all my children.
Then John Slack, the rich druggist, wooed me,
Luring me with the promise of leisure for my novel,
And I married him, giving birth to eight children,
And had no time to write.
But two of the children thought he was right,
And two of the children thought I was right.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories