My sisters know me too well,
as I know them.
Our knowledge is skewed
by past events and emotions,
kinks of family customs
and memory’s cartoons.
In knowing too much
we don’t know enough.
Our friends have better knowledge
of our wholes, being unentwined
in childhood’s positions and parts.
Yet when I hear my father or mother
in one sister or another, I’m returned
to family characteristics, random
twists of genetic inheritance.
My heart responds
to the past in the present,
for better or for worse.
Judith Steele is Australian. Her poetry or prose has most recently appeared in the print journal Gobshite Quarterly, (U.S.A.), and websites Nine Muses Poetry and New Verse News. https://newversenews.blogspot.com/