Genomes

Each evening at Bryce,

Amy would download her pictures

onto her computer

then show them to me.

“Wow,” I thought,

“that’s the best picture anyone has ever taken of me.”

“Wait!

That’s not my scarf or hat.

It’s not me at all!

It’s Amy.”

It was a moment of enlightenment.

What might have been, but isn’t.

It lasted just an instant,

yet it was so real it made me realize,

for the first time,

that we look alike.

We share the same genetics.

 Family resemblances are powerful.

I always thought she was more in her dad’s image:

Fair * Blond * Smart * Quick

Sharp * Bright * Clever * Capable

Striking * Problem solver * Good cook

Messy

Oh, Oh

This is more what I remembered.

Darn