GENETICS

 Water film in your eyes

makes me travel inside

to my childhood

from my motherhood

Your long curly eyelashes

always reaching the glasses

Your eyebrows making an A

when you are filled with dismay

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day

When you walk like me

keep hitting your knee

When you touch my feet

without me teaching it

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day

When you keep trying

and make your own way

When you roll on the floor

and roar, roar , roar

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day

When I mix and match

your tiny cute clothes

and you try to oppose

by picking the right match

You make me meet myself

a lil more each day

I skipped an evening

finding and searching

that perfect word or term

that defines your charm

The word is MAGIC

Some call it GENETICS.

© Priya Jain