Biological Strangers

Sitting across
The table
Is a man
I never knew
He’s looking me
In the eyes
I learned
That his are blue
He says that
He’s my father
And he’s really
Glad to see
The wonderful
Young woman
That I have
Grown to be
Biological Strangers
Is what
We’ve become
This day
And that is all
That I
Really have
In my mind to say
I’ve never even
Met this man
Whose eyes are
My shade of blue
And if you
Were in this situation
You’d feel like
Biological strangers too.

Author's Note

Just a little something I wrote back in 2008. My favorite poem, so I thought it'd be the first poem I'd post.

Reviews

[zainul]

Need Gregor Johann Mendel or DNA test to settle the dispute or doubt.
Great imagination.
Awesome suspense!

[Kho-San]

Hmm, I'm not sure what to say, I have never met a "Biological Stranger" before, and I hope I never will have to, but what you've written here, it made me feel something...there was this awkward uneasiness, and it made me tense up, and my heart just seemed to stop for a second...
A good and maybe even freaky read, addresses universal matters (in my opinion) and very effective.
Great work, keep writing.
100/100

[Persephone]

This was the first thing on your list and the title grabbed me immediately. I loved the rhyme and the simple use of eye colour as similarity when there's no recognition. I also liked the lines "He says that he's my father", as if to say that it is just his word, no matter what anyone else has told you, no matter the proof in the eye colour, it doesn't mean you believe what he says. I can't imagine what it feels like to go through that!

[Sophie Titch]

it just doesnt work!, too many repeats of 'blue!

[0_o Abbie]

ooo I like this. Super cool. I love it. :D

I really like the expression of "biological strangers". I'd like you to go there and delete the note above about the poem; it's better to leave the readers figure out what it meant for themselves. Overall, it was very good.