Mother And Father

I do not often
-- Find myself
Taking on a new lens
Seeing with your eyes
As I cast hurriedly away
Hushed, writing these poems.
I go within myself,
And I often see you.
Some say I have your laugh, or
They comment my smile shines and gleams like yours,
And I’ve gotten a kiss on my cheek, smack dab
Just for looking like my Pop.
I try not to judge others,
Yet when it comes to where I come from,
My bottled up rage could gladly go on and converse,
But I also look back,
And I see Love.
I see my Mother’s smile
Right in the mirror
Looking straight at me
Through the stitches of my own skin;
I spot my Father’s sternness
In the definite jaw line of my chin
As I try to turn,
And then his hard-point nose
Sticks out
In my profile…
I am you,
For you are me,
And I must always forgive.

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