From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of
But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”
Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.
I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.
If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.
One love last for long, everything becomes equal and sometimes the same. beautiful poem
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Mrs. Neemat. Watch the mirror closely because you and your wonderful husband are gradually toning into a twin.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yes! i know right, thanks Vinx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a pleasant read.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you sir
LikeLiked by 1 person