I looked a little closer,
with less than innocent eyes,
to see what my mind suspected
was there behind the singing
and speechmaking; behind the close
compilation of these children
who showed no hint of descent-
oriental, Indian, white and 'mixed'-
concocted kids thrown into a fruit basket.
Yet, amidst this kaleidoscope
I sparsely remember one child
Of darker hue; unless you count
My niece, my half white sister's
Child, born of a dark-skinned father.