My fingers are the link
A common feature that guaranteed
He was my father
And the same for him back through the ages.
Over the years it gave me comfort
Of all his children I had the most obvious link
The connection
Some people ask, “Did you break it?”
“No”, I say, “They’re both the same. It’s genetic.”
And now the babies come
With each new arrival I check the fingers
The sign always makes me smile.
It’s our connection
To our past
To the future.
Musings of a Retiring Person 
I don’t have the same fingers or toes as my mum. When my sister was dying I was astonished when I looked at her fingers and toes to see they were like my mums. I was not aware that I even knew what my mums fingers looked like. None of my children have her fingers.
But my fingers bend back… and one of my granddaughters do the same…They are not lovely and elegant though.
I always wanted “Pianists’ Fingers” like my Nana but I suspect I have “Gardeners’ Hands” like my mum, not lovely by any means but useful!