This is the revised

"Letter from Anne Hathaway to William Shakespeare, Upon the Death of her son, Hamnet"

by Sara Kumar

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I post this awn my website to amend for the lack of a quote for "King John" in the original writing.

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For the play about Christopher and Will,

Dear husband, it is I, your simple maid

I trust the city sun shines bright for you

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The village chorus here calls for guidance

They who once cleaned the chapel of its art

Now place above the font a white washed wall

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Oh my husband, loving, sweet son of Stratford

Pardon these unseemly verses I weave

I fathom but you know I struggle to read

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And so I clasp the man's hand who writes for me

Listening for tidings I loathe to give

Our son Hamnet is no longer living

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I hear the child sing and speak your name

Like a risen saint, he calls my name too

But a stanchion holds your head in London’s grip

To serve your unelegant wit to unwieldy crowds

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Grief fills the room of our absent child,

        like you spoke in "King John"

But he lies not in his bed

He walks not up and down

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Yet he sings, and bids you to pray for Christopher

He left the world smiling, singing a hymn

“Let me join the angels, O Lord, let me in”