Middling Sort
Father is Irish, mother: English
Match made in hell.
They bicker about their spawn
whether we are more one than the other
My father's brothers are blue-eyed, ruddy, proud jutted jaws
My mother is hazel and earthy
Both lineages bred clever men and strong women: the middling sort
My eyes are murky mimicries of my mothers'
I look Slavic, German, some even ask Greek
My father tried to name one of the girls Maeve but it didn't turn out
I'm a Mutt
I look like one too
It makes me ashamed
Stephen Gospage
Thu 15th Aug 2024 10:29
A fascinating poem, Max. The conclusion is sad but the content is beautifully phrased and thought out.