Inheritance

This poem was written for our March monthly church poetry group. The theme was 'family'


Inheritance


I have my father’s nose

Lopsided, looking broken

Somewhat too big for my face


I have my mother’s eyes

They roll before I can catch them

And I’m left to tidy up


I have my uncle’s ears

One higher than the other

Leaving my glasses to predict a long-term downward trend


I have my grandmother’s inability to finish anything she starte

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