The family palette

My father looked like Sun Yat Sen

My sister like Rosie Perez

My mother’s father had bright blue eyes

My own are like brandy from Jerez.

I once had nappy, tight brown curls

Before I grew old and arthritic

My children don’t look much like me

Their visage is frankly Semitic.

All colors and races infuse in our veins

Our skin cannot quite tell the story

But we feel like rays in a prism

Refracting God’s own glory.

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