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Looking Back

Digging through the rock

Uncovering the bare bones

Looking for the past

I hunt for where I come from.

Ancestors’ ghosts appear on my face:

Grandmother’s nose;

Great Uncle Charlie’s chin;

A laugh comes bubbling out

that sounds just like Aunt Ethel.

I treasure these gifts from those

already gone.

But why oh why did I have to

get those bow legs from Grandpa?

Linking to dVerse Poet‘s open mic night.

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12 thoughts on “Looking Back

  1. Really cute! Poor Grandpa, and poor you! With us it’s round heads… If you didn’t notice, that’s me with the bowling ball on top of my shoulders…… delightful poem….. I love to laugh!

  2. Yep, I got mine’s nose–all us grandkids did. Thanks a lot, Grampa. Still, I wouldn’t have picked any different if I could have.

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