In 1838 she was nine years old

Waiting for Father Christmas

To visit her and her three

Sisters as children did in Boston

Who had fathers who

Could afford to give

Girls gifts but all Amos had

Was strewn about their

School trying to transcend

Education with perfect living goals

Mama Alcott gave all love

And the girls made their

Toys from what they did for fun

Being with each other

Plays about the snow,

Struggling poor children who

Came upon their magic gifts

Of silk, silver coins, perfume

They shared with one another, the best

Day they had known until

Louisa May grew up and

Granted help to all of them who lived

Happily in books with words

That grew in immortality.