The tiny fingers,
The long arms,
The short stature,
All I inherited from my mom.

Replica of my sister,
The chin of my grandmom,
Walk of my aunt,
Talk of my granddad.

Hand Writing like my dad's,
Generous like my uncle,
From head to toe it was not me,
Everyone forgot I was I.

Someone's grandchild,
Someone's daughter,
Someone's sister,
I am a copy and all my deeds are so called 'copied',
And the world never fails to call me a 'skilled copyist'.