Missing Dave

LYDIA, 1833

 

Oh, thank goodness!

My boys are still with me.

They are saying

how much they miss Dave,

and I say

they could be missing Mama too.

We could have been sold separate,

to plantations far away,

instead of being bought

by Master Drake’s widow.

Then my tears start falling

and won’t stop.

I don’t know why I’m crying

when Dave’s with Reuben Drake,

only a mile

down the road.

Truth is,

I want him here

with me.