Nancy Hanks Lincoln
"Stay close to God, my son." She held his hand
And searched his craggy face so young yet wise.
She prayed that when she reached the Promised Land
Her spirit would be with him, light his eyes
With star-filled inspiration, for she knew
The unawakened strength within his soul.
"Stay close to God ..." This golden thread spun through
Life's somber weave illuminates the whole--
"Be strong, my Abe! Stand tall! Be not content
Nor tolerate the grief you should erase."
In Heaven she beheld him, reverent
And humble in a grateful world's embrace.
How short her day with him--and fringed by tears--
But oh, how long her shadow through the years!