Ode To Ann M. Martin

Poetry, Writer life

Words wouldn’t have been my friends,
If not for the stories you weaved.
Your books were my escapade,
And Baby-Sitters’ Club, my home.

When reality seemed so harsh,
And I had no one to turn to,
I had Kristy, Mary Anne & Claudia,
Standing by me through everything.

I’ve lived in your books,
More than in the real world.
You’re my role model.
You’re the reason I write.

For NaPoWriMo Day 14.