I've used FREE Artificial Intelligence tools to create biographies, poems and songs about my ancestors lives, genealogy research, and family history in the recent past. Today, I want to share a poem and a song about my third great-grandmoher, Abigail (Gates) (Seaver) Seaver (1797-1867).
ABIGAIL'S THREAD
In Gardner's fields, a February birth,
When winter's grip still held the Massachusetts earth.
Sixth child of fifteen, in seventeen ninety-seven,
Abigail Gates entered a world still new and driven.
Twice a bride to brothers bearing the Seaver name,First Benjamin, then Isaac after Benjamin was claimed.Six children she nurtured through joy and through strife,A testament to the strength of a New England wife.From Washington's young nation to Lincoln's divided land,She witnessed America's story, as history was planned.The War of 1812, expansion west, and Civil War's great cost,All flowed through her days, as did the children she lost.With widow's petition and guardian's care,She navigated courts when few women would dare.Twenty-nine dollars left after Benjamin's estate,Yet she persevered against the hardships of fate.Her hands kept a household through decades of change,From candlelight to kerosene, as progress rearranged.A farmer's wife in Westminster's rolling hills,Enduring life's sorrows, embracing its thrills.Cancer claimed her in eighteen sixty-seven,After nearly seven decades of toil beneath heaven.In Whitmanville Cemetery her stone still stands,Marking a life that spanned changing times and lands.Remember Abigail Gates, whose quiet strength remainsIn the blood of descendants and in history's refrains.Not famous in her time, nor celebrated in lore,But her legacy lives on, forevermore.
ABIGAIL'S THREAD
Verse 1
In seventeen-ninety-seven, winter’s chill,
A girl was born on Gardner’s hill,
Sixth of fifteen, a family wide,
In a nation young, with hope as guide.
Through revolution’s echo, her roots were sown,
A New England heart, in frost and stone.
Verse 2
At twenty years, she took a vow,
Benjamin’s bride, the time was now,
Four children came, their voices rang,
While westward dreams through valleys sang.
But fate turned dark in twenty-five,
A husband gone, yet she’d survive.
Chorus
Oh, Abigail, you wove your thread,
Through love and loss, where courage led,
A widow’s strength, a mother’s care,
Your story lingers in the air.
Verse 3
With iron will, she claimed her right,
Guard of her babes in legal fight,
Seven years on, a widow’s stand,
Till Isaac came with steady hand.
Two more sons, a blended kin,
Through Jackson’s days, she’d start again.
Chorus
Oh, Abigail, you wove your thread,
Through love and loss, where courage led,
A widow’s strength, a mother’s care,
Your story lingers in the air.
Verse 4
The war clouds broke, the nation bled,
She held her home as years ahead,
A grandchild’s laugh, a servant’s aid,
Through sixty-seven, her mark was made.
Cancer called, her thread unwind,
In Whitmanville, her peace to find.
Bridge
From Washington to Lincoln’s reign,
She saw the joy, she bore the pain,
A farmer’s wife, a mother true,
Her legacy in skies of blue,
Through children west, her name lives on,
A quiet strength till she was gone.
Chorus
Oh, Abigail, you wove your thread,
Through love and loss, where courage led,
A widow’s strength, a mother’s care,
Your story lingers in the air.
Outro
Oh, Abigail, your tale’s been spun,
From dawn of freedom to setting sun,
In Westminster’s soil, your rest is sweet,
A life complete, a life complete.
4) These stories, told in verse and song, are part of my genealogy and family research. My hope is that they will be passed down to my grandchildren and their descendants to highlight the importance of sharing stories, memories, admiration, and love of our ancestors. I will add them to my Google Drive and to my YouTube channel and my FOREVER account.
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