“Whose heart was breaking for a little love”*
L.E.L
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Poetesses of old
How I wish that I could fold
You all in my arms –
You who suffered for your art,
Were never recognised or prized,
But who spun lyrics of
Ardour, wit and truth,
Anguish, love and ruth.
It brings tears to my eyes
To think of your lonesome demises;
But your legacy lives on –
Through your pain you made us strong,
Soothed us and moved us
As we perused your
Versified versions of life;
So I thank you
Christina Rossetti,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
Letitia Elizabeth Landon –
For when you were told to do nought
You must have sat down and thought
You were worth more than
Motherhood and chores and
So you wrote and you rhymed;
In short, I am inspired.

Morning and evening,
Pretty girl, I've watched you cry,
Subject to this Goblin world
That made you scared to try.

I hope you know that you're the sweetest fruit
Anyone could hope to buy,
And you've grown up on the strongest branch,
That lifts you close up to the sky.

My dearest little sister,
Please don't fear the dawning of each day.
I hope you know that I'll be there,
to hold your hand all the way.

For there is no friend like a sister,
And your friend I'll always stay.