My Literary Friends- Hour 9

I was a lonely child

Few friends at all

Except Jane Eyre,

Jo March and her sisters

We went on adventures

Had great romances

Searched for financial security

Kept our morality and integrity

We crossed the moors

We took off to New York

We were writers together

We were on the leading edge of women’s rights

We were governesses

They were with me

A misfit with literary misfits

leading me, helping me

Navigate an unkind world

Through the written word


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