Heredity Poems - Poems about Heredity

heredity gave me my eyes, my face, my teeth, my hair. Also my father, who looked exactly like me said O’Hare O’Hare is a fabulous red head, her father was a blonde. I wondered at that moment, what planet she lived on....

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We find deep inside ourselves The traits of ancestors therein dwells Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair Our stature from … who knows where? What we claim as thought process We may be forced to re-address Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see, Our newer minds to think like he. Our gait, as we walk around Has origins in history bound Great-aunt Edna, strolled about With identical...

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Genome I roam. Passed down Types known. From face From grace. From eyes From pies. From hair From air. From skin From grin. From shape From tape. From noes From knows. From height From right. From head From bed. From hands From stands. From voice From noise. From health From stealth. From lips From quips. From cheeks From peeks. From joints From points. From tongue From young. From feet From meet. From taste From waste. From ears From tears....

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Heredity The lamp that hangs from the ceiling is made locally, one of a kind, and it shines bright. On the wall hangs its shadow, as shadows go it is strong and has many details. The shadow too has a shadow, a bit to the left, this one is shifty pale, but one can still see where it originated. Alas,...

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When I was a child, all the neighbors said, “He looks exactly like his father! ” While back at home, said all my kin “He looks exactly like his mother! ” Then came the age I went to school Teachers commented in perfect scroll And wrote back then, “All things considered,...

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The family album from times ago Has faces I never knew, Except…for a tint-type I feel I know From eighteen fifty-two The mouth is like mine and eyes as well— Our cheekbones are high--the same; But he was reputed to pact with Hell, And shamed our honored name. And I shrink at the mention of sorcery— (The Devil’s work on Earth!), But whisperings in our...

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when all truths shall surface will you stand brave by my side while ignorance still stands impervious to it,s pride where no litenany or proven disgraces disrupt those who where it,s been shown are corrupt our triumph will be conscience and humble...

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