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 the brunette like our mother.
My mother was an Irish and Norwegian girl.
I also have another younger sister who is blonde
Then it also turned brunette like my mother ~ I could
Never figured 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.
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
Who 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 4 pm
" inspiration from "Duke Beaufort's poem "color crazy" thank you.
As a little girl" I wondered if I was Shirley- Anne, because
I was the girl who came after her, she was born in 1953, and 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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