Mrs. Sigourney, as she often signed her works, proved incredibly popular even outside her home state of Connecticut. Several women's book clubs and literary salons were named in her honor. A good wife and mother, as was expected of her, she only turned to writing to reverse financial problems in the family. Self-educated, she focused on poetry with pious themes and domestic topics.
Modern feminist scholars often decry this aspect; "the mere mention of Sigourney's name invokes a caricature: a mildly comical figure exemplifying the worst aspects of domestic sentimentalism," according to Nina Baym, who seeks to reclaim her work. Those who support her suggest that her poetry was written especially for an audience expecting certain social roles, not that Sigourney herself did not challenge them. Perhaps that is why her 1834 collection of Poems went through 25 editions during her lifetime. Even so, she did get an anti-slavery poem into this edition — impressive for such an early, public stance.
Form your own opinion, perhaps from her poem "The Mother," part of this 1834 collection:
I saw an aged woman bow
To weariness and care,
Time wrote his sorrows on her brow
And 'mid her frosted hair.
Hope, from her breast had torn away
Its rooting scathed and dry,
And on the pleasures of the gay
She turned a joyless eye.
What was it that like sunbeam clear
O'er her wan features run,
As pressing toward her deafened ear
I named her absent son?
What was it? Ask a mother's breast
Through which a fountain flows
Perennial, fathomless and blest,
By winter never froze.
What was it? Ask the King of kings,
Who hath decreed above
That change should mark all earthly things,
Except a mother's love.