Genetic Dress Up

Granma said I had her hands.
From Mom, I got her hair;
In fact, I got her everything
But not her everywhere.

Daddy said we both could talk
‘Bout science or the sky.
Aunty found her backside’s home
And hips’, above my thighs.

Granpa gave me both my ears
And then he gave his nose;
If I had known, I’d’ve passed them by
And just gone with his clothes.

Unca thought we laughed the same
At similar, odd jokes.
Great grammie said, “Jes’ be yerself,
“Don’ blame yer looks on folks!”

She’s one to scouff;
She’s got my mouth.

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich on Pexels.com

©2021 Chel Owens

In response to Carrot Ranch’s prompt:

January 14, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about dressing up. It can be a child or another character. Be playful or go where the prompt leads!

Respond by January 19, 2020. Use the comment section [on her site] to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

26 thoughts on “Genetic Dress Up

  1. Wordplayed Chel! Short, bitter sweet. Inspiring, too?
    Look in the dresser mirror, one things clear,
    I’ve never had the model looks I’ve desired,
    More like a flat-pack salvaged from Ikea-
    Some major re-reassembly required.

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  2. Very clever. It’s always something how folks can take a baby and say, “Oh, he has grandma’s eye” or “He looks just like Uncle Pete.” He just looks like a wrinkled up little baby to me, lol.

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