Emily’s poems

Emily was beautiful, brilliant, luminescent.  From the first sentence she had me, totally captivated, entranced, delighted.  I knew she was good.  I had no idea how good.  Her wit, her words, her impeccable delivery.  Everything so original, fresh, so Emily.  My God, I had no idea that poetry could be so entertaining.  I don’t know how she did it.  So sly and funny and heart-breakingly sad. 

I’m sorry if what I’m going to say sounds biased, because actually, I’m not.  I can see the work of people close to me, people I love, very clearly. 

My daughter, Emily, is a f___king genius.  Not an opinion.  Fact.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, April 05, 2008 in

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