From her diaries and letters concerning her, Olga was thought to have the best idea out of her family of their eventual fate. Toward the end of her life, she was aloof and very depressed. She spent a lot of time with her ill brother, Alexei, and in her own thoughts. This last photograph of her with her brother on their last train ride speaks thousands of words:
It brings up many questions. And Olga often asked many questions. I believe she naturally searched for truth.
Truth by O
What is truth?
Pilate’s timeless questions
Is well-worth to mention.
Often, truth is in front of us
Which we try to ignore,
Wash , and spill our guilt to the floor.
We can all spout off a list
Of who’s the one to blame
And then read our owns names with shame.
Every person in this house
Must ask themselves what is true
And decide what they’re going to do.
We are accountable
To search for the facts
And then our following acts.
Wherefore, we must all answer to—
What is truth?
Poem © Sarah Patten
My Siblings’ Pain by O
I need Mama’s cane
When I feel my siblings’ pain
I feel their every bruise and scar
But it hurts more when they dream too far.
© Sarah Patten
The Romanov execution occurred July 17, 1918 in the basement of the building, the Ipatiev House. The family spent their last months at the house which was also known as the “House of Special Purpose.” When studying about the events at the house, you get a sort of preview of how the family members would act in their final moments. The family’s reactions varied. The two elder sisters, Olga and Tatiana, held on to each other. The middle sister, Marie, put up a good fight and Anastasia went unnoticed at first before she was killed. (Yes, each member of the family was murdered.)
The Romanov’s last days and the house’s atmosphere included a variety of boredoms, friendliness, and tensions. It’s an incredible story where everyone seems to have their own agenda, strengths, and flaws. What is exactly was going through their heads? Part of my exploring includes writing poetry from the viewpoint of the sisters—Olga, Tatiana, Marie, and Anastasia—also known officially as OTMA during their lives. My humble “hypothetical’ project has been depressing, fun, and fulfilling. I’ve written multiple poems from the viewpoint of each sister and hope to do more.
And don’t worry—note every poem will be posted.