History

for Nancy Cockerham History does not repeat itself? 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.