Oh joy!

My youngest daughter can swim in a pure pool unstained by those with dirty coloured skin.

I can swim with her.

But where will her sister swim?


And what about her Mum?

Which kid shall she share the cool of the pool with?

Why is it that she’s forced to choose?


And how come black sheep are always painted bad?

Why is that Rolling Stones can’t gather green moss but still paint bad things black?

What if the driven snow isn’t pure?

Or if Cain’s stain was actually coloured white?


Random, meaningless questions perhaps, or maybe not.

Doesn’t really matter I guess.

In the end we all just fade to grey.