My mom was a poet so poets have a very special place in my heart.
Emily Dickinson is one of my favs.
Here is a story:
My mother used to read to me and my sister at night before going to bed.
One night she read the nursery rhyme
I Love Little Pussy, Her Coat Is So Warm
I love little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
I won't pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I together will play.
The next day was show and tell at school and I asked her to write out the poem on a piece of paper for me.
I was about 6 years old
While getting on the bus the wind must have caught the poem and I lost it.
I remember crying all day at school because I lost my little pussy poem.