It Runs In The Family

We note quite young, facts of our self, that others tend to see
Later in life we realize they’re inherited from our family tree

Our height, our eyes, our nose and hair, and yes our general looks
Are passed down the generations, we don’t buy them from a book

But what about the way we walk, the way we hold our head?
Are they traits we learned or the mystical ingredients of DNA instead?

Grandma’s hydrangeas were things of beauty over by her fence
Now your fence line has them too, is this really a coincidence?

When faced with a choice between a banana split and key lime pie
Your answer may be preordained, making it useless to even try

Accept with gratitude those little things, that add up to make you you
Just remember, they’re not yours alone, many ancestors had them too

Genealogy has many facets and is much more than just a tree
That quirky trait of yours, you may discover, that it runs in the family

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It Runs In The Family is my poem in response to Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Poetry Challenge Prompt #27. The challenge is to write a poem in response to the prompt. Today’s prompt still includes paint chips, but also includes a word from my deck of angel cards.. The catch is that I’m requiring all the words to be used. This week it’s all about family. The paint chip words and phrases are banana split, key lime, mystical, and grandma’s hydrangeas, and the angel card word is gratitude. You are allowed to use the angel card word in your title only, if you desire.

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