A Peculiar Inheritance

 

There is a strain which runs through

every family

Passed on by a mysterious grace from one

generation to another

It does not consider gender or prediliction

but becomes self evident

Often not readily discernible but apparent

to those who can perceive

A trait of intellect that sets some apart 

from their bretheren

It is bequeathed by a natural selection

between souls

Indeed it is a gift bestowed and to be

cherished and acknowledged

In it lies a gem of the mind, the source of

a learned nature of a special kind

From one generation to another it makes itself

manifest only in the best

An object of envy or ridicule it may be

but there for some to see

No rhyme nor reason controls its flow

nor any soul needs to know

It cuts as a searing knife into a

predetermined pysche

And nothing can its path hinder or forsake