War Time Convenience.
By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: September 8, 2008
Updated: September 8, 2008

It was ever a mystery to me,
uncle Joe divorcing aunt Florrie.
The whisper was, the boy wasn’t his.

I used to think
“how could he deny it?”
Danny was surely one of us
with his curly nut brown hair
twinkly blue eyes
and gaps in his teeth.

He was whisked away
by his much maligned mother
never to be seen again,
until the old folk faded away
when we were all fully fledged, wiser.

Uncle Joe?
He rapidly replaced his
dowdy doormat wife
with beautiful Beryl and her
half American baby boy…
I was too young to see the irony then;
now I’m inclined to think
it was all a tad too convenient…