"Heredity"
I AM the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.
The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance -- that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die.

by Thomas Hardy “The Family Face".

I have 9 grandchildren.
Out shopping with 2 of my young grandchildren, when we met up with my oldest grandson.
The cousins all had a good chat together,
and many friends on FaceBook have commented on the family likeness.

And a friend suggested this poem by Thomas Hardy: "Heredity"