Sarah The Wife of Abraham

Sarah The Wife of Abraham

Abraham is one of the founding fathers of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, so this religious comic monologue about his wife will appeal to lots of people, particularly ladies of a certain age! Sarah, the wife of Abraham, was almost 100 years old when she gave birth to her first child. A miracle and blessing! This poem tells the story from Sarah’s viewpoint, and lets us know in no uncertain terms what she thought of this ‘blessing’.

They call me Sarah now they do
The Mother of the Nation,
Though I failed to get the hang of things;
Especially procreation.

Abraham, my husband,
Had been promised of a son,
And though he tried … and tried … and tried …
I wasn’t having none.

Career woman I was,
A tending sheep and cow,
But as for having kids and things,
I never quite knew how.

I was ready … I was willing …
But I wasn’t very able.
Abraham had me analyzed.
They said I was unstable.

The angels told my husband
That when old I would give birth.
Their suggestions were ridiculous
And filled me up with mirth.

Laugh! … I couldn’t stop myself,
I nearly had a stroke,
At the saying of the angels
As they had their little joke.

And then I stopped …
For deep inside I had a little pain;
And as I tried to concentrate,
Yes … there it was again.

It couldn’t be … Impossible …
I was old and passed my best.
But God had made his promise,
And he said that I’d be blest.

A blessing you may call it.
Though for me I’m not too sure,
If a baby is a blessing
When you’re rather … more mature.

I was old, and I was ancient,
I was really past my prime,
Not sure if I could cope at all
With babies all the time.

Well, we managed rather well in fact,
Old Abraham and me,
As our children brought us happiness
And filled us both with glee.

So to God I say a, “Thank you”,
For the blessing from above;
For my son and for my family,
And for filling me with love.

Now, it’s not that I’m ungrateful,
But I think God should be told,
That Abraham’s no toy-boy,
And he’s getting tired and old.

I’ve done my bit … I thank you,
For the blessings of the past …
But please God, I entreat you,
Let that blessing be the last!

Dick Underwood