Where are the Women?

Some more of my little sister's poetry. I stole it from her blog. She's quite the poetess.

Where are the women, that our country’s forgot,
Raising godly children, while complaining not?
Where are the women, giving their life for a child?
Without a contrary word, following husband into the untamed wild.
Where are the women, staying at home while husbands were away?
While men fought wars, women, not at work, but at home, did stay.

Where are the women, working hard in the home?
They made meals, scrubbed, swept, and sewn.
Where are the women, not afraid of what the world thinks?
Not afraid of mice or bugs, skinned ducks, geese, and minks.
Where are the women, rising early and retiring late?
They spent their days working hard, not taking a break.

Where are the women, who have gone down in history?
Leading profitable lives to pass down to you and me.
Where are the women, who were abundant, but now few?
Their helpful hints are not being passed to the young and new.
Where are the women, our country’s long since forgot?
From the history books, American wants their names to blot.

Where are the women, living their lives for the Lord?
Costing far above rubies, their husbands had adored.
Where are the women, bringing joy to their family?
Giving a little smile, while doing their work cheerfully.
Where are the women, making the cheerless happy?
Adding a kind word and all the gloom would flee.

~Susanna R. Criss