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My Family Hair

I call myself a blonde,,,
Never a redhead, like my sister,
Oh how funny she thinks that is.
Still, another one is brunette like our mother.
My mother was an Irish and Norwegian girl. 
I also have another younger sister who was blonde
Then it also turned brunette like my mother ~ I could 
Never figure that out ~ I of course thought she dyed it. 

Then, there are my three brothers,,, 
Youngest was a sandy blonde, sort of. 
The oldest one was also a sandy blonde.
Who always reminded me of Ricky Nelson.
Then there , "was", my brother Bill, who died.
He was also a redhead like my oldest sister. 
We bumped heads a lot, too much I thought.
Then, there is my father, who brought the red hair.
He came from a family line of red haired Scotch/ Irish.             
Oh, yes, then there is my lost sister Shirley - Anne 
Died at six months, from what they called a blue baby.
Mom always said she was a sweet baby and a redhead.
I used to wonder if I was her, in a new body, slightly red.   

Jan. 19, 2013   Saturday 4pm 
" inspiration from "Duke Beaufort's poem "color crazy" thank you.

As little girl" I wondered if I was Shirley- Anne, because
I was the girl who came after her, she was born 1953, I in 1955,,
 mom never said too much about my thoughts, so maybe she felt the same ? 
Or maybe she thought "there goes my crazy little girl"

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  1. Date: 2/15/2013 5:57:00 PM

    Insightful bio Debbie, was an interesting read and so nice to get a glimpse into your life. Sorry for your loss. Hugs

  1. Date: 2/12/2013 5:55:00 PM

    Wow, loved reading this Debbie! Odd how we will have the same parents but look so different from our siblings. One of my older sisters was blonde with blue eyes, she'd followed after dark haired brown eyes. She'd always figured she'd been adopted until I was born, another blonde.:) My children all have different coloured tawny goldish green, one with brown eyes, and one with grey/blue. Love the ending stanza, makes me wonder too. Love, Mikki

  1. Date: 2/11/2013 4:22:00 PM

    I wish I was the honey blonde!!! Lucky girl. I enjoyed your comment back to me on my reply here.

  1. Date: 2/11/2013 10:38:00 AM

    Had me smiling for I was born red head and then turned dark brown. The more illness I had the blacker it became. My mom picked that up when she noticed my hair becoming darker. So hair can say alot. love phyl

  1. Date: 2/10/2013 11:44:00 PM

    oh debbie, how cool this is. and I have to tell you that now I know why I connect so well with you. I too am a 1955 girl!! I loved when my hair was blonde, but I was born with jet black. It faded to dark brown with reddish or blonde hilights in the sun. My mom is redhead and none of us got that from her but today I use red dye with blonde highlights. WEll, you can see, I really enjoy this kind of poem and what i can learn about people from one like this.

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  1. Date: 2/10/2013 1:39:00 PM

    Very well done and interesting bio, Debbie...a sad, touching ending very sorry for your loss - Tim

  1. Date: 2/4/2013 4:26:00 PM

    The dishwasher is slowly getting fixed haha....This is a good write. I have a big family...tho I always call myself a redhead and never a blonde. And my brothers hair turned from blonde to brown....and I sometimes wondered, If a...certain baby I knew, was the one I had lost, reborn to someone who could care for her. either way, I am just lucky enough to have her in my life and to have a huge piece of her heart. And I love her just as much

    Loveless Avatar Jay Loveless Date: 2/4/2013 4:26:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    ...Again, this is a wonderful write....Also, Im sorry for your loss. Have a good day
  1. Date: 1/30/2013 7:50:00 PM

    Beautiful work! This was heartwarming as you related to us about your family, but at the same time, thought provoking and interesting at the end. Loved it. :) Always, Laura

  1. Date: 1/30/2013 10:41:00 AM

    Wow, That is what I'm talking about, nicely done. I love this poem poet, raw I don't like my steak that way but my poetry yes raw

  1. Date: 1/29/2013 6:22:00 PM

    Can be confusing at times when famlies seem to be all different.

  1. Date: 1/29/2013 4:16:00 AM

    Great bio Debbie. Interesting of your family's hair colors from blond, red and brunette. I'm not sure what my hair color is, I've tinted it at least it seems a million years. It's probably pure white like cotton candy. Warm Smiles Always, Connie

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 9:19:00 PM

    Interesting! One of my sisters is a red head and one has dark brown hair. I have dark brown hair with some grey in it. I wish you the best Peace & Love Matthew Anish

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 9:12:00 PM

    Yes perhaps, return to dance, with time elapse, perchance...maybe you got it right second birthday...good one babe...

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 6:11:00 PM

    Dish water blonde.

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 9:36:00 AM

    I love the bios. It gives each of us a little glimpse into the lives of fellow soup members. Thank you for sharing.

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 8:47:00 AM

    You are the heir!

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 8:46:00 AM

    Debbie--you are very kind. I particularly like the way you honor the members of your family. I do think we have the opportunity to bring our departed relatives back to life in the way that we live, and I have had the same thought you express here in that regard. You are someone very special to realize that connection. I plan to continue reading your work. I like trying to see your viewpoint on things very much. Keep in touch. Lately, I don't seem to produce much poetically, but soon...

  1. Date: 1/27/2013 7:02:00 AM

    I can imagine that you picked up on your mother's and father's feelings for the child that died..I was adopted by an older couple when I was eighteen months old..They had two sons and a daughter who died at nine months old..I was the daughter replacement..Their daughter was like my mother with black hair and black eyes..I was the blue-eye white-blonde who turned green-eyed with a darker blonde hair like my adoptive father..Your work reads like winning material to me..Sara

    Kendrick Avatar Sara Kendrick Date: 1/27/2013 7:05:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Llet me correct that statement..When I was little I had the blue eyes like my father but he had black hair..Everyone who did not know that I was adopted would say that I looked like my father..One of my adopted brothers was just like my mother but one had a sandy brown hair with blue eyes ..Sara
  1. Date: 1/27/2013 1:24:00 AM

    Hi Debbie like your colurful words, I have a niec and she has red hair but her dad calls it strawbery blonde and hates her being claaed red my nickname frio her, good luck in the contest, all the best Owen

  1. Date: 1/26/2013 6:51:00 PM

    Strange thoughts we have aye? Interesting write Light & Love

  1. Date: 1/26/2013 7:59:00 AM

    Well first of all thanks for commenting on this newbie's poem. Now to this one.... you write with your soul and heart and in your fifties you just let your hair be what it is to not fight the roots any more!

  1. Date: 1/25/2013 9:33:00 PM

    Hi Debbie, what is it with US women..always coloring our hair... I once colored my hair Jet black...big mistake... ha... it made me look like Dora The explorA... and yes, I have a confession. When I was in my teens I was a red head.. once belched my hair blonde.. they called me "GUERA" meaning white. Okay, Debbie, thank you for my own memory. A good story poem you have here. I like it. BLUE BABY""" I really don't know what my mothers real hair color was... good one...xox~LINDA

  1. Date: 1/24/2013 4:28:00 PM

    An Austrian monk named Gregor Mendel researched how traits are inherited through the generations within a family. It's all in the genes. Thanks for sharing this.

  1. Date: 1/23/2013 8:09:00 AM

    A very insightful poem with deep sentimental value within your heart and soul. Thanks for sharing Debbie and thank you for commenting on my poetry as well. Have a wonderful day. Luv, Gail

  1. Date: 1/22/2013 11:30:00 PM

    Intresting reflective write. Sorry for your loss. I like the way you wrote this one.

  1. Date: 1/22/2013 3:38:00 PM

    Hairy scary, one two three. Just be glad your not bald like me. :) Nice family tree Debbie. Maybe Bill was that way with you because, somehow he knew he'd be meeting Shirley-Anne in heaven soon. :)

  1. Date: 1/22/2013 4:37:00 AM

    Wonderful poem, It all evens out in the end, when we all end up grey :) love Elizabeth

  1. Date: 1/22/2013 4:34:00 AM

    loved,loved ,loved thank you

  1. Date: 1/21/2013 1:58:00 PM

    coming from another red haired family... i like this very much....