Behind the lines that nature gives,
Which tell of years gone by,
I see my family features in
My mouth, my smile, my eyes.
My mother died, my father too.
My aunts? Yes, they have gone -
But through the features on my face
I recall them every one.
My ancestors were simple folk –
Not one a king or queen –
Who passed to me a special gift
In the form of my own genes.
Each person carries his own set
Which determine looks and health.
Your parents passed theirs on to you
And they crept in with stealth.
Your genes send out the signals
That tell blood cells what to do
And it was through these messages
That you grew into you.
The way you look, the way you move,
Your stature and physique,
Were made this way by your own genes
And you are quite unique.
So whatever else your parents did
To help you grow up strong,
Just thank them for these special gifts
That serve you all lifelong.
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