Flecked With Brown Poem by Linda Hepner

Flecked With Brown

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Flecked with brown
my blue-eyed son
whose siblings stamp their mould
upon his face
with skin and smile
but iris
not quite blue
reveals ten thousand years of exile.
Hazel specks
distinguish him
and he has always sensed
how long a link for us he is,
for father, mother.
Like the pebbles
dropped to show the way back home
those specks of brown recall
his ancientness, a line
that leads to grandfathers, and ours,
and ancestors
who wandered or were pushed
from place to place, our brown-eyed men
and women with their sons
when suddenly
a blue-eyed daughter
born to great delight,
astonishment,
whom great-great grandsire wooed and wed and bedded.
Now so many blues, so many years
and so much wandering
that all's forgotten, branches, shoots of family trees;
just the reminders,
ten brown flecks, bring us back
to our roots.

LRH
2.10.08
Blue eyes have only been around for 10,000 years and all come from a single blue gene near the Black Sea!

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