When I look in the mirror
I see my oldest brother
My late dear old dad
Even my sainted mother
It’s tough to deny
The tree from which I fell
Talking to my cousin
Even rings a bell
The receding hairline
The funny little smile
Corny jokes and ribbing pokes
Malarkey by the mile
I look through piles of photos
My boys all look the same
They all just seem to look alike
except for Darren’s mane!
His spiked up little flattop
Is easy to pick out
It looks like Grandpa Ed
Of this there is no doubt
Everything is relative
The genes all there in line
It really is impossible
To deny those genes are mine!
My siblings all just think the same
And oft will give a wink
When prompted in the slightest
We know just how they think
Like Dad like Mom like dear old granny
Reactions are the same
Our brains all tuned in one accord
We broadcast the same proclaim
We cannot deny the way we are
The place in which we live
Whether we were given a mind like a trap
Or more like a leaking sieve
Passing on our genes are we
Our heritage long will live,
In the final count we then will see…
It all was relative!
David Kettler, 4/20/15
Notes: This was such a hoot to write! I am so amazed to see not only my wife’s qualities in my sons, but also my In-laws, Grand-Parents, and even Great Grand-Parents! The Kettlers are not a particularly close bunch, especially with our cousins. However, when you finally do get together with them, there is a commonality that can’t be denied.
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