Ken Smith is a member of SoF Steering Committee and editor of Portholes. sof 72 July 2005 Rachel The gene pool made her The family environed her And the past history of humanity taught her, So she became what she is, Unique. Rachel.
Her twin shared her beginnings with her Their skin and their scent, But each one is different in manners and humour No one is ever identical replica, Individual. Rachel.
They call it the chaos theory Or the effect of the butterfly, It is that inexplicable variation of life Which makes each of us, us, Special. Rachel.
There’s no God No magical parent controlling.
From the moment of birth we’re alone Inside our own skins.
She’s alone.
So alone. Rachel.
The cancer attacked and betrayed her She who loved walking and climbing and talking She who ran marathons, studied psychology, Lived life to the full for the love of it So brave, my daughter, My Rachel.