Emily...

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 one's name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

I came upon a gift a friend gave my sister and I one Christmas when we were kids...ED's poems were hand-written on tea stained paper. It was that time of life when we watched Little Women and Sense and Sensibility, bicycled around in our skirts, laughed and giggled as we made home videos in Big Bear, and pretended to fight against the rain and wind with dramatic flair all the time.