Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Dear Anna,
Only an Alcott girl would believe the cure
for sadness lies in reading a painstaking
recitation of the joys of others........

The day was incomplete without you,
though I think you are just where
you need to be now and speak with
pride of your good works. Your prime
place in Paradise has long been assured,
and now you are just fluffing the pillows.
If only I can work on earning my
 spot now.....
I intend to be there at your side.
Yours ever,

So enjoying .....
The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott

Have a beautiful day!  Dee Dee