skipping generations
her inherited traits
raise an eyebrow

tinted windows -
through the gap
his fingers wriggle thanks

binding
more than these canes -
knots
by the grandad
I never knew

Salute

I can't seem to lose

my sand filled boots

and my legs want to take me

different routes.

When I finish each day

I'm painfully mute.

It's like I'm wearing an inside-out

cactus suit.

I can't stem the tide

I'm like King Cnut

But I can give MS

a two fingered salute

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...Up yours, MS! and have a happy poetry day everyone!