A Widow’s Lullaby at Winter Quarters, 1846
    Footnotes

    “A Widow’s Lullaby at Winter Quarters, 1846,” Ensign, July 1984, 7

    A Widow’s Lullaby at Winter Quarters, 1846

    Sleep, my little one—

    Sleep while Mother dreams

    Of your comely smile

    And your small hands cupping my heart;

    Of my completeness, holding you;

    The happy burden of your trust;

    My pride in your unfolding;

    The wonders wished for you

    Since our first touch.

    Even here—

    Here in this wind-whipped place,

    This savage wilderness,

    You have been my courage

    And my star.

    Sleep, my little one—

    Sleep in your narrow bed

    Under your coverlet of prairie sod

    And stones gently piled …

    Sleep, while Mother dreams

    And weeps—

    Walking the long, lonely miles ahead.