Voices on the Wind
Voices from Home
Every family has their secrets, even the ones
who never miss church on Sunday, belong to the
country club, aid the local food bank. It wasn’t a
coincidence I favored a friend of the family.
When old enough to ask, I learned my great-grandmother
had raised the child as her own. Found on the front
porch stoop as a new born, the girl grew into a woman
who resembled several members of the family.
Two generations later, my grandmother became upset
when my brother became friends with the lawyer’s
daughter who lived down the street. Somebody born
on the wrong side of the bed was a relative of both.
The family hadn’t come down from the mountains for
nothing. Great-grandfather had a wandering eye and
a baby who had grown into an adult secret. The women
kept it to themselves secured with their pencil thin lips.
My dad and the lawyer had despised each other for a
lifetime never knowing they were probably cousins.
They are gone now, the old days and the old people.
Can’t help wondering, however, if anyone else knows
the secret, or if anybody is left who cares.