Poem: Dear Old Louisa

I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.
She said.
Louisa May Alcott,
you independent soul,
pushing through book after book,
inspiring years after your death,
compelling us all with characters,
making a character in Jo
who is half me,
half my sister,
writing independent women since the 1800s.
My dear fellow writer,
my dear fellow feminist,
my dear fellow woman,
today you would have been 184
but you live on through your books.
If I could have one quarter of your success
my ship would be sailing into orbit.

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