I’ve always hoped to have my father’s eyes

the kind that “smiles wrinkles” without a smile

that discerns with wisdom and fills up with pride

there jolly joy resides



I’ve always dreamed of having my grandfather’s ears

and all the stories they would hear

with a mouth to match and tell me true

to whisper to me lullabies too



I’ve always wanted my mother’s hands

that brought love and calm without demand

the ones that enveloped me with love

and kisses I’d never get sick of



I’ve always adored my grandmother’s laugh

as she cuts her doughnut to give me half

which echoed the halls every night

divine, delicious, delight



But nothing has passed on except what I know

of my ancestors and their quirky shows

that taught me how to appreciate

and enjoy the simplicity of traits



So here, I am me with simple eyes

stout little ears filled with lullabies

entangled with love and peace and quiet

until laughter comes knocking at night