Emily Post

I’m resurrecting the blog. Stay tuned. In the meantime, I’m shamelessly stealing from a friend, and making a weekly poetry offering here. This one’s for my daughter, who has just discovered Emily Dickinson. Yes, I realize I got her the book from the library and left it in the backseat of the car where she was a captive audience in Seattle traffic. But as I suspected, my girl gravitated right to it. I make no apologies for pushing my poetic agenda. I was rewarded yesterday when my quirky 8-year-old, who hates parties, made it through the soccer team party. She was relieved when the awards were handed out and everyone left. Unprompted, she collapsed on a chair and delivered this little gem, verbatim, to the empty living room. It may have been the best parenting moment I’ve had in years. Here’s to better coping skills through verse:

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

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