Michele: Part I

She was the last of us,

a depleted mother,

a pre-occupied father,

and a mangy quartet

of sisters,

an uphill climb,

seemed pre-ordained.


There were hand-me-downs,


and love,

sometimes enough,

other times,



But there,

among the lilacs,


and wisteria,

she quietly gained strength,

and a perspective,

that only the youngest 

can acquire,

realizing that,

the acts and events,

she would have to follow,

were not hers to justify,

or defend,

but were there

to learn from,

to reject 

or accept,

and then,

blaze a path,

all her own,

as the last of us.



Painting of Michele by Paul D. Ortlip

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