A stranger knocked on my door today
She wore my daughter’s face;
And walked in confidently-
With my mother’s gait and grace.
She hugged me and then swung me round:
My father looked out of her eyes!
Her nose was very like my own:
The very same shape and size.
“How long its been since I visited you,” she sighed,
“Grandma, what’s for dinner?”
And she was once again a child-
The schoolgirl I remembered.
She energized my house and filled my mind
With colourful vistas and views–
And spoke of her hopes and interests
And the career that she would choose.
I was very proud of her dignity and poise
Of the stature to which she’d grown:
She may have been shaped by her inheritance-
But her dreams were her very own!