Memories Poem by Bob Gibson

At birth, does our memory start at naught?
Because at birth there's nothing taught!
No lessons learnt, no recollection!
Everything is brand new, there is no reflection!

Instinct! now there's a funny word!
Where does it come from? i have never heard!
Programmed to suckle a mothers breast
And cry when in pain /hunger/ needs rest!

The penguins INSTINCT is to walk to the sea
They cannot fly, but in the sea they are free
Such graceful creatures so clumsy on land
Merge with the sea as one happy band

Memory, instinct! are they one of the same
Through DNA, is the structure of life to blame?
Under hypnoses can we reveal past lives
But are they ours! or ancient husbands and wife's

The building blocks of life, our DNA
All different! because we don't think the same way!
We take on the looks of our dads and mums
The DNA is working, it works out our sums!

You have your mam's eyes and your dads great big feet
You have granddads smile, and grandmothers fetish for neat!
Look back a thousand years of kin
I think of those dreams' would come back, again and again!