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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