Focus on Frame!
The family doom – Janet Frame
This gene is bred, cradled like my own son,
Heredity said when I demanded to know how
the family doom stays unchanging in its dugout
safe and snug while storms of sporting winds blow.
My time is too old, Heredity said,
to care for the half-million other traits
like happiness, that drift like thistledown in every sporting wind
while Doom, faithful homebody stays.
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.