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On Finding out My Son is Colorblind |
I was devastated
when I found out
you could never see
rainbows, the way that
I do. And although green
is your favorite color
it will never be as vibrant
for you, as it is
for me. Instead through
your eyes both green
and red blend together
into brown.
Brown, the color of
dried blood. Blood that
will never flow from
your war wounds, the way
it does for other boys.
Boys who aren’t as lucky
as you are. Boys who can be
drafted, forced to fight
in wars neither you, nor I,
nor they believe in.
Your free ride is
their death sentence.
Brown, the color of
dried blood, stains
your vision and
their bodies condemning
them to a fate you
will never be forced
to face.
copyright 2005
Dana
Campbell |
