When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
I see many generations staring back at me!

First of all my own, for ‘tis easiest to see
With those inevitable red dots from being sixteen.

Next, I see my mother and my father too
Their eyes, his eye brows, hers a light blue

With my nose I see grandpa, it’s a family flair
And from my grandma I get blondish-brownish hair

I adore the smile, for in it I see
Laughter and smiles form cousins, uncles and aunties

The jaw line bears strength from years gone by
Earned through hard work, education and yes, at least one cry

The face today stares back at me,
a face knowing technology

And Yet I know that all the years gone by,
Have left their memories, and within me lie.