I keep my fashion as Lady Godey;
my family, aristocratic, glean
that with my many suitors, life is gay
but Lincoln’s borrowed horse not what they dream.
My family prays he is a flimsy fad
but life and love, our fates together deem.
And not historians who cast me ‘mad’;
their hatefulness a jealous motive seem.
The one great truth through all our misery;
a melancholia rings through our past
and not with lies of Herndon’s history.
With love was Mr. Lincoln and I cast.
I cry from out my grave so all may hear:
we are a pair, devout; to each, hold dear!
“My advice to those writing PERSONA POEMS is to learn more about your subject than you will ever need, just as a good fiction writer does when creating characters.”(Christina Lovin)