I decree all to my wistful ways opinionated nature to my son,
My daughter owns my intellectual curiosity as well as my talking hands.

I freely give my physical verve to my boy. He is pure suddenness
a surging charge running with a  Tesla-like crackle a dancing light.
No concept of impact surging where he wills.

My daughter will negotiate,convince or wait with the patience of
a possum still and disinterested.

will they find me in the strands.
Maybe.

I will echo non the less my existence will hold a place.
my blood will flow and claim.My sinews will carry
til they mix or marry another feature int the rope. To mingle.

who will I become then. will I lead or follow.
every one from son to  son from daughter to daughter.
from time to time I will speak but not with this voice.

Evolution.

Creation

Some sort of intervention.                                          Some science