People Poems Science Poems

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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