Doctor Grandma

Grandkids coming to our house,

little pieces of our DNA

molded into their own

hodge-podge of continents,

movements of peoples,

hunter-gatherers who traveled to parts unknown

settled all over the world.

Their footsteps, their journeys, appear in our chromosomes

and tell our family’s story.

cfblack, 03-13-2022

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