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!