Mixed Heritage - A Reflection

Being half of one and half of another,
With two sisters and a brother,
I would not have it any other way,

The turbulence of life,
If you saw,
My father and my mother,

It won`t last five minutes,
how wrong they were,
as they celebrate their
Thirty first anniversary,

Being half of one,
And half of another,
Is the only way we can be.