Just call me Alex

I was named after 

The Queen

Of England

Elizabeth Alexandra Mary

Whose mother was 

Elizabeth Angela Margueritte

J' Aurora Alexandra Angela Anastasia Marie

Is what is written on my confirmation

Sometimes a Birth Certificate is simple

But the baptism 

Is always as long 

As the God parents

I was confirmed 

In a variety of churches

But raised Orthodox

Russian Orthodox

The first one is always

For the old country

And in our case

Just in case

Something should 

Happen to the 

Soviet world

One of us would

Be able to go back

And claim

Our past inheritance

Much over do.

I was also raised

Old school ancient

Herbs without 

The Sorcery

Native American

Not that I did not

Go to Shaman school

I was proud

When I made 

Beloved Woman 

Rank above the average

Indian Princess

My little sister 

Is still just that

Waiting for her resurrection

And it is resurrection time

Easter with your bonnets

Is named after 

A Jewish Queen

Who became married

In Babylon

To the Emperor

Prior to the Ottomans

She and her uncle 

Mordecai

Caught and captured

The betrayers 

Of the Emperor

Who wanted a genocide

Of all those jews

Who were often rich

Under the carpet type

As well as the original

Land owners

Just as in America

The Natives were first

Given diseases such as measles

Then drugs in their alcohol

And finally genocide

They hired mercenaries

From Africa 

To come and kill

Thier natural enemy

Just as the Scots

And Picts

Were set against 

Each other

So the Romans

Might have thier land

There was a call to end

All the lives of the Jews

Which included Mordecai

And his niece

Now the wife of the King

Ester as she is called 

In the bible

Made it clear

To her husband

That her relatives

And his own offspring

Were affected by this bad man

Named Haman

In the end

The law could not be reversed

But amended

To the point

They would be allowed

To defend themselves

And thus a great joy

Went out throughout the world

Of the vanquished

Fleeing throughout

While those left behind

Defended themselves 

Successfully

For Hitler to want to destroy

And his own people.

Hester or Easter

Is a time of joy

In the Christian world

Where they celebrate

The resurrection of Christ

In the various different

Christian religions

Sometimes in March

Or in April

Schools let out

For half a week

Little girls 

Get new dresses

The rest of us get

Somber ware

I have many to remember

Including our Jewish friend

Diane Feinstein

Whose family were Russian

Arriving in San Francisco

In the 19th century

Some of her older relatives

Are buried in the Russian Orthodox

Cemetaries as well as the Jewish ones

I grew up in a California

Still in shock

Being told they must be

Spanish or Mexican

Instead of English speakers

But Russia had been the language

There were once burials

All over rural california

Which included the double eagle.

This year I will remember

My little sister

Who came into this world

Six months after myself

Something my mother

Does not want to discuss

You see when my mother

Was in labor over Russia

After having left Paris France

For Perris California

There was a glitch

The doctor performing

One of the first c-sections

Discovered a tiny blue face

And along with it a pink one

My sister was holding on to me

She was held back 

Brought into the world

Naturally in a tub

In the Spring

While my grandmother

Watched over her

Making sure nothing 

Went wrong 

This time

She had only heard about

The situation 

From a cousin

And officials

She used to be the voice

Of London 

During the Blitzes

Until someone hit her

Over the head

Walking home

Because they blamed her

For the London bombings

Get that boobie off the air

And Gerry will go home to his....

Anyways I am an Autumn Rose

Left to die in an aquarium

Where I learned to breathe

My grandfather

Was the lucky idiot

To be on board

That day

I received all sorts of things

Including the family name

Of Camille

Then stolen and given

To my sister 

When she was born

I was also called 

Cecelia after Sicely

Where some of the family

Originated 

French Sicely

Not Italian

Our grapes came from there

Now long mowed down

By some tramp

Named Teresa

But that is going to be

Another story

When I am done with her

And her son Alex.

I came to be called

Little Jack

After my grandfather

But spent most of my time

As Alex in schools

Hence Alexei

Is special to me

I recall him living 

With us in California

That woman who laid flowers

On his grave is not his mother

Who gave birth to him

But the one who raised him

From the time of about eight

When we lost our way of life

My grandmother had died

After her own mother

Made it to 96

He was one of ours

A cousin

And now waiting his resurrection...

Pietra

Is what it is called

In Fine art

The mother holding her adult son

Who should not have died before her

Mary the Jewish woman holding her son the Christ.