OFFSPRING

***note: this is one of the poems I wrote in high school for our poetry portfolio...I am posting this and others from that time (almost a decade ago) in the hopes of (a) showing my progress, (b) filling up the space, and (c) likely eliciting a few laughs***

Each child inherits all its parents are.
It grows into their likeness and becomes
A being new and old, eating the crumbs
Of life and wishing on a far-off star.
A newborn calf into a cow will grow,
A seed into a weeping willow bloom;
A duckling, given life and time and room,
Will be a duck. Its nature makes it so.

If human beings truly are divine,
The sons and daughters of a loving God,
The heirs to all things good, then in us shines
That same potential all offspring possess:
To be gods, like our Father. Nature gives
The evidence of how He’ll love and bless.