Bradstreet's In Memory Of My Dear Grandchild

Another Bradstreet’s poem was called Upon the Burning of Our House as the poem itself taught Bradstreet and the readers just as myself the same message as the poem, In Memory of My Dear Grandchild. The message was to continue to believe in their faith of religion and to feel human emotions such as sorrow. In the poem started with the lines, “In silent night when rest I took/For sorrow near I did not look/ I wakened was with thundering noise/ And piteous shrieks of dreadful noise” (Bradstreet, 105. Lines 1-4). In these lines, Bradstreet went to bed and was not expecting sorrow. She was woken with a thundering noise and piteous shrieks of dreadful noise. She heard scream of “Fire!” and asked to God to not leave her helpless. She watched her