History does not repeat herself?
Oh Yes, She does... She sent me
a sister from other lifetimes, a gift
ungifted in ordinary timelines.
A motherless child needs a sibling
waif, gifted in place with canvas and paint
to my paper and ink, to heal in part
the wounded heart,
and, even more, She settled the score
with best surprise: patrician beauty
in the physical guise, conjoining
with impunity positive and negative:
AB and O, as in the blood so to speak,
a fortuitous mix unlikely to re-
peat, and destined to meet-- the Giver
not given to common conceit.