Living in Our Barn after the Burning of Our House (after Bradstreet)

After the fire, there was nothing to recover.
He has convinced me we will build another.
Stronger walls, sturdy roof, and a new door—
As long as we have Him we shall not need more.
No need to worry about these mouths to feed,
He will provide for us all that we need.
But here we are slumbering in our barn—
I dream of my sampler, my needles, my yarn,
My paper and ink, the cookery and pots,
The quilts, the cloths, my little children’s cots.
All these things we can never have back
All of those memories, our new home will lack.
Each morning I wake to a family of ten—
My husband, my daughters, my little men.
I pray for good health for them every day
And I know that He will guide them on their way.
Each night I gather my babes under my wing
Cover them up and praises to Him I sing.
Though I shall never sleep sound again at night,
I know in my heart, He will hold us tight.