Gene-Racing Gap
by Nancy Ness
A
toddler’s romp such grand cavort
To challenge Mom such wondrous sport
One blink of eye, her day is spent
Yet nimble tyke’s without relent
“Slow down my child – You’re out of sight’
She calls her Mom with hopes to vent
Their evening jog’s time for lament
But all’s soon quelled for her consort
As Nana sounds her own retort
"Slow down my child ~ Run with less might"
Then
Nana with her Mom as planned
In leisure stroll along the strand
Meandering by ocean side
Great-grandma can’t maintain the stride
“Slow down my child – You’ve too much spright.”
About
the geriatric home reside
Backs bent with age two side by side
Great –grandma walks with cane in hand
While Great-great-grandma steps with stand
"Slow
down my child ~We have no plight"
A
lively child shall set the pace
While Mommy vies to win the race
And Nana moves a little slow
Great-grandma even much more so
But Great-great grandma’s gone more laps
She wins the Gene-racing Gap
“Slow down my children – Get it right”
