Unique Margueritte
Not a thought was her own
And she grew to be no one
Before she was grown.
Each detail and feature
Distinctly the same
From her plain, striking face
To her rare, common name.
A copy of replicas
Odd and obscure
Exactly like everyone
Nothing like her.
In footsteps of forecomers
She was always herself,
As well as – no better than
Anyone else.
Toby Hemker - Poetry 