Handed Down

I used to get hand me down clothes.

And that was the extent of what I believed was inherited.

Then I had kids.

Now they’re having kids.

It seems they may have inherited some things from me.

Eyes that need glasses.

Damn good hair.


Propensity for a good, and never ending, appetite.

Good work ethic.

A love for scaring others.

Maybe a few other things.

But I have no idea

Where they inherited

That disposition

For stubbornness.

I can’t see that at all.