War begins to influence even Everly’s children.
Legacy
April 22, 1861
My children: dear little Abigail –
a voice so soft. Sing me your songs:
fairies, angels, and all things
laced with sugar. And my Phillip –
only two years older than your sister
I’ve watched you lay a stick
on your shoulder as a soldier
burdens his shoulder with a musket.
I’ve watched you take aim
at imagined enemies.
Charge, you cry – charge.
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