I’m not much of a poet, but in honor of Jane Austen’s birthday, I decided to write a poem in her honor.
She sits in the writers circle in heaven
Where all of the greats sit
The ones whose mortal bones are no longer of this earth, but their words are immortal
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, The Brontes, Radcliffe, Shelley and Byron
They toast her on her birthday in heaven
As we do on earth
As we read and re-read her books again and again
As we watch movies about her life and based on her books
As we debate who played Darcy better, Colin Firth or Matthew MacFadeyn
As we toast her on, this day, the 238th anniversary of her birth
Happy Birthday Jane, our lives would not be the same without you
