Matthew and Mary
My great-grandfather Mathew,
He married while away.
And took her to his mountain home
But he had failed to say,
His nine children were waiting
there
And she’d be their new mom.
A shock to see nine pairs of eyes—
Like a World War One bomb.
In those days when you said, “I
do,”
You did, no matter what.
So Mary raised them faithfully.
I’m sure that it took guts.
Grandpa Bill was one of the nine
And moved closer to town.
He married a Kentucky gal
And had kids of their own.
My father never told his girls
His grandfather’s strange past.
Some day in Heaven I will hear
Great grandma’s tales at last.
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