It seems easy, to toss the head, & say 'Be off, you dark mongrel!"
Run screaming, naked, from your dwelling?
(Believe me, it has crossed my mind more than once!)
Were it not for the fact that my body is no longer for public viewing, I might have carried it out, just for the sake of some shock value!
Or, do you, join the 'masked one' & close your eyes to life?
I think, there must be a part of me, that doesn't want to join the closed-eye perception.
A small spark, that wants to carry on, & be interested & follow trails, see new things. Enjoy paths, that lead to new discoveries.
A public opinion poll.
Does anyone else, besides me, see some resemblance here?
Or do I imagine it?
A pretty girl. I know, her mother was her father's favourite. For whatever reason.
This was her Grandfather. He had her blond hair, her bluer than blue, to grey eyes.
He had one sister, who looked so like him. I don't have the young photo of her, that shows that likeness, but they eyes were the same, & the sad expression.
Families are like chapters of a book.
The chapters all become links, to begin, to make the whole story, of the book.
But of course, the book is never ending, & the chapters keep being added. The joys, the sorrows, the paths of the destiny.
It all surges forward, to detail the lives of the families, with the branches, the side streams, the monumental flood tides.
The changing of the destinies, the links to the future, guided by the links from the past.
I can understand why adopted individuals wish to find their families. I can understand why they feel they never 'fit in', until they know their genuine kin. I know how they feel, & why they feel that.
I wish I could curse the parents, who walk away, or refuse to acknowledge the bonds of parentage.
I cannot curse them, for who knows their damaged reasons.