Years of My Life

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1997–98 School Year

Retired

I publish one more London book—

A bio (YA type).

But London now was out of date*

And Mary Shelley, ripe.

I soon was purely so obsessed

With Mary and her friends—

I thought: There’s so much I must do—

Her story never ends!**

I worked on Mary every day—

Including Christmas, Yo—

I still had energy to burn—

It couldn’t ever go?!

And we were back in Hudson—

In the house where we still live.

I kept a journal***—time flowed through

As if I were a sieve.

*London was fruit out of date for me—not for the world; I’d spent 10 years with him and his story.

**Proof for this? I’m still working on her!

***Still keeping it, every (damn) day.