Mary Cassatt Small pensive girl, what thought or fear Has sent you and your small friend inside? Surely not the dark, for curtained sunlight beckons. Perhaps you are both of an age when dreams And actions must be bound in little girls and dogs. Does it still feel like injustice instead of truth? Shall I storm through that ancient room, Incite you to abandon love and duty? How fast should you run from a well planned life? © J.L.Stanley

'Little Girl in a Blue Armchair'