Little Girl in a Blue Armchair
(Painting by; Mary Cassatt/1878)
She plopped with a humpf
into an overstuffed chair
forcing a sigh from the cushion.
Sitting irreverently on blue
as if she knew, her position as a lady
would eventually come into question.
Pondering her destiny
as she knew, it would turn
out to be; being blue had its reward.
She could climb trees, and go to
school like her brother. No needlepoint
for her, or being proper like her mother.
Then, from the corner of her eye
came the dog’s curt reply, first his snort
then his sigh: when they looked at each other.
Poem Posted by Nancy Watts on 23.July 2009, 11:32
Beautiful I have a beautiful small version framed and it stands out so perfectly on my antique wood end table.