Inherited bodies, marked by vanished ancestry, <br /> <br />the subtle twisting of DNA strands that none remember, <br /> <br />for there is no witness left to the inheritance. <br /> <br /> <br />Though you sport some lost-to-time grandmother's noted eyes, <br /> <br />there is no photo now to compare them to, <br /> <br />and though you might play piano like a long ago relation, <br /> <br />no one today recalls those notes. <br /> <br /> <br />There are people feel compelled to save every scrap; <br /> <br />dated love letters and college keep-sakes, <br /> <br />searching for their oldest sense of belonging <br /> <br />like we daily follow patterns of weather. <br /> <br /> <br />They weight them with importance, <br /> <br />The self assigns value systems unrelated <br /> <br />To what they once were, or if they mattered to many- <br /> <br />Or only a few- for self idolizes and personifies the past, <br /> <br /> <br />Never suspecting everything repeats over again, <br /> <br />while thought just a novelty; recessive genes; <br /> <br />something new or never before seen- <br /> <br />We the ephemera, of the earths long turning.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-earths-long-turning/
