On the basis of the doubts on the possible misattributed paternity of my eldest brother, Sandy, the poet and a friend, Ruth Joy, composed this poem.
Black Hair, Fair Hair by Ruth Joy
Black hair, fair hair, a question profound,
In a family history, riddles are found.
A story full of doubts, of secrets, and sin,
In verses and rhymes, the question begins.
A fair-haired son, he’s an enigma born,
With suspicion and doubt, the family’s torn.
His parents, with hair so darker than blue,
Yet, why does his hair have a different hue?
Did he share his blood, or from a different line?
With this cynical thought, doubts intertwined.
Old flames or navy men, who came to her door?
In this tangled web, can we choose to ignore?
A cold case it may be, but the doubts remain.
A mystery to unlock and end the silent pain.
Guilty or innocent, we will never know,
As time hides the truth, like fallen snow.
Read more about the story behind the poem on the post: Misattributed Paternity – A Series of Letters