My little women

My little women

A Poem by Emily B
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I was asked to write something for a poetry gathering themed around 'Little Women'. I'm not entirely convinced. And there's still time to come by something better.

"

 

My little women

cluck like Dominiquer hens

going about the little adventures

of their everyday lives.

Anna fluffs her feathers.

She is a pretty, little bird.

Shining eyes speak volumes

of a soaring spirit.

Sarah steps more sedately

with surer purpose

as she contemplates careers.

Petticoats bounce

as they amble from room to room

to the tune of their own

chattering songs.

My little women

peck and scratch

and turn their heads

as they gobble up the words

in the books they read.

Wings spread they are practising

to fly our little roost.

 

© 2009 Emily B


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As I clicked over here to see what you came up with, not knowing the first thing about Ms. Alcott's masterpiece, my first impression was ... you have two "Little Women" surely there is some workable way to get Sarah and Anna in such a write. And low and behold ... that's what you did. It's times like this when I think I actually have a clue. I love your poem and how it captures what seems to be the personalities of your daughters (from what one can see in photos).

Very nice write!

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Sweet Poem! Very descriptive. Thank You!

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i think this is really good

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This is very dear. A poem of a mother about her daughters.. what could be more meaningful.. and what a legacy to leave them : )

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also, I have no kids, but I understand that moms and dads get sad (most of the time. My parents were an exception...hehe) when they fly the coop for good. Don't be afraid to let them go. Just teach them as well as a mother hen can. ;')

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You wrote:

"My little women
peck and scratch
and turn their heads
as they gobble up the words
in the books they read.
Wings spread they are practising
to fly our little roost."

...great rhyme sequence! Very visual sentiments with a flare of the poetic! I would have written: ...in books they've read. But that's just me. Not nit-picking or anything, you know i'm not thinking seriously on matters, though I am sure some poet will piss me off sooner or later...hehe ;-)


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JC
great read, very prosaic and interestingly engaging.

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I got to ay this is creative and funny and yet you make an excellent point that the key to finding your self and make your on way is knowledge. At least thats what i get form this fascinating write.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very beautiful & descriptive, the personality of both girls shine through in
their individual personalities. wonderful poem!!

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AK
Gently and beautifully done, as always. But this is somehow even better than your usual. I have two little grand-daughters, 3 and 8. I wish they would never grow up. And yet, it's so much fun watching them grow and learn. And then... sometimes... I wish I could stay long enough to see them raise their grand-children.


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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you get such nice warm praise for your work...deserved...how special...

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Emily B

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