Inheritated Self - Poem by Meinthis Littlecorner
I guess you could say,
I got my looks from my momma,
Who is the most caring person any day.
My competitive urge from my dad,
Who's the one person that I can't stand seeing sad.
From my Papa that crooked dazzling smile,
And who's the toughest guy I'll see for awhile.
Nana, gave me that creative spark,
And showed me how to look ahead in life through light and dark.
My other OLD FART handed down that outgoing and funny side,
And showed me to do everything with pride.
While my cute, little grandma gave me that realistic outlook on life,
And is willing to do anything for a little girl like me.
All of these qualities are great and I couldn't do without
But sometimes I wonder.
Is there any party of me that wasn't handed down?
That's just Sophia?
Any part of me that is just me?
I wonder if this can be?
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