Herself first, of course
then the father, long lived, now gone
Picasso and Frida and James Dean
and the mother who left her time and again
The grandfather, not blood-kin
but always her steady ship on troubled seas
and the grandmother who held her and sang
The stepmother who tried
who only beat her once
then showed her love
the way she knew best
by teaching her to cook and clean
and can vegetables from the garden
and how to be a grownup woman
Who does she love and why?
The granddaughter who shares
her love of dancers
the man who thinks her beautiful
the son who means well
but sometimes disappoints
the only one she has left
so is easily forgiven
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