I readily admit that I have not a shred of objectivity when it comes to the subject of Little Women, so I'd probably have loved this poem even if it were not wonderful--but it is. I want to be right there under the elm trees . . . on the trolley . . . in that theatre . . . holding onto this memory . . . hearing about it half a century later. Andrea has captured this moment in time so beautifully!
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