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Baby Biddie, Just What do you call Two Mexican Firefighters?

This Saturday Night
A rainy night
I sit and think about
My Baby Brigid's eyebrows
They're just as thick as mine.

I know about them - have seen her
I compared them to mine
And started to believe
Might have some common lineage
You and I.

Because since you won't want to talk to me
Maybe you should like to read my lips
As I tell you a little tale
Of History
And Hell.

Primo: Before the Roman Empire invaded
What today is known as Eastern Europe
The Dacians were the owners of these lands
Making good neighbors with the Ilyrians;
They got along well
Heck - they even to this day
Their offspring
Some words and lexical similarities
For words in use as far as 2000 years

Secondo: As the Romans invaded
They made there pre-Italian language
To the named original inhabitants of those lands
And so other Latin languages sprang into today's Worldwide banter.

So: the Romans got defeated, been harassed
By nations coming from as far away as Asia
And the Roman Empire split
Into two: The Western and the Eastern ( Byzantine ) Empires

IN the midst of all this, all sorts of newly formed nations cohabited
Sure, there were some skirmishes
Which showed that they weren't in agreement all the time
It portrayed their differences
But when time came for the Ottomans to arrive
All these multi-ethnic Eastern and Western European Nations
Had to unite...
Not only for repelling this agressive and new religion
Which came counter to our own potpourri of Christian religions
But also to repel a new way of life
Turbans and the likes of stuff to which we otherwise,
Us European folks
Raise our eyebrows.

Terzo: Somehwere in midst of this mess
The former Dacians and the Celitic people
(your ancestors most-likely, perhaps)
Did not get along and fought each other
Some place close to nowadays Austria
And upset that they could not get along
With these newly-formed nations
And the beatings they kept getting from their Unfriendly neighbors
The Dacians...
They picked up their wherewithal to get away
They moved to set up shop
Some place up north
Where they felt that with the Vikings, Scots
And other British Empire subjects
They could find a better home.

So, having said all this
I'm trying to liken you eyebrows to my
Own - they could be kin
Who knows?
DNA-wise anything's possible,
Maybe you had a Great-great-great
Raised to the power of 100
And I a likely-generation Grandfather
Who maybe liked each other
A Brigid from 2000 years ago
Who met a George Dacian perhaps
And fell in love
And their love produced some kind of
Celtic-Dacian offspring
Which we may claim down the lineage
As our common denominator hence...
We're two fractions with
A Common Denominator,
Our Eyebrows?

Our common-denominator eyebrows are perhaps
Also the kind of apple of discord
Or the core of our weird relationship
Love-Hate which I know it was imposed on you in part
By the Proselytizing Entourage you so rely upon
But perhaps it is also ancestral
You're that Grandma from long ago
With the eyebrows of that Dacian Grandpa
Celtic-Ancient-You fell in love
So you're afraid
That that chemical reaction between us
Can spark some kind of ...something
I don't know what
Neither do you
Which you feel you're afraid of
That you're running away so hard from
And hiding
From the one you love
And hate
But perhaps your ancestry is yelling at you
Not to get close to the guy
Whose Grandpas hurt your
Celtic ancestry to kick your kind
And threw you far to the northern unfriendly
Waves of the Atlantic
Crashing against the shores of Ire-y
Britain and those other lads' lands
Who eat fish and chips
And then from too much beer
Barf out into said ocean
Their hearts?

So why are you Brigid Baby
Punishing me for History's
Lessons that we know or don't know about
Which we had nothing to do with
Not our fault
We just witnessed the mistakes
In the lessons they never learned,
That Our ancestors made
And that we seem to replicate
By reversed hate?

So Baby Brigid listen to me!
When I came to the United States
I had no idea I'd fall in love with thee
I couldn't imagine that my other potential 1/2
Commmon denominator = 2
So I went about my life sometime after you were born, Too
My first History Class Report was...
Strangely enough on
Describing the violence of the IRA
In Northern Ireland?
The fellow students and History teacher
Expected me to write
About Eastern Europe's emergence from
The Marxism by Reagan criticized
(for good reasons)
And instead my intuition told me
I'd dedicate my first presentation about Northern Ireland's
To my Baby Brigid
An American woman
Whose ancestors
From those green lands
Of sorrow
Who 20 centuries earlier
Had been thrown out
By my own ancestors...

So little did I know
That I'd fall in love
With my ancestors' most repudiated enemies' daughter
Who held their princess tightly to their maternal chest
To shield her from being snatched by my own elder brethren...to devour?

But here you are, safe and sound
And I've also presented this tale of historical
Facts - I could have them wrong:
About Dacians, Ilyrians, Romans, Etruscans, Celts, Ottomans, Pechenegs, Visigots, Ostrogots
Bulgars, Russians, Tatars, Mongols, Francs, Vikings, Germans and Huns
(and many others)
Who did not co-mingle, sometimes they even killed each other
That's why my thought about your thick, expressive eyebrows
Common denominator to mine
Could be the reason why
You intuitively exude your deep-rooted fear
Your 5th or 6th ancestral sense
Felt that from me
You should hide
And run away...
As far away
As long as a lifetime
Just to ensure that
Our common denominators/ancestors
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Submitted on March 14, 2020

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