My father
is my son’s grandfather,
Think with me, that’s two!
My son is
my father’s grandson,
Two again, yes, that’s true!
I am my son’s
father
While he is my son,
Two fathers
and two sons
Make four,
that’s fun!
So far though,
We’ve only
mentioned three:
Grandfather, father
and son,
Hope you see.
Or is it grandson, son and father,
This three?
Family is so mixed-up,
Which can it be?
You see, my father
and my son’s grandfather
Are one and the
same.
Similarly, my son
and my father’s grandson,
Yes, that’s my claim.
Started out with two.
Suddenly four
appear,
Somewhere emerges three,
Something’s not clear.
I guess we could spend all day
Trying to
figure it out,
But it’s all in the family
And that’s what
family’s about.
Stewart Russell © 2012
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