YOURS AND MINE

Mannerisms, laughter, eye colour, curls,

inherited through generations,

preciouser than pearls.

I didn't get your eyes or height,

I got dads' build and anger.

A messy mind that's out of sight,

your freckles and your rancour.

To know what truly came from you

I'd have to know you knew you;

so i could know you too, to know

what's yours and mine and true.

I got your nose but not shared teeth,

I got dad's sense of humour,

I got your goodness and your sadness,

never called late bloomer.

I search the mirror for your face,

invested in the wrinkles;

reveal to me my mothers genes!

Inherited eye twinkles.