Poem -

His face of Mine

His face of Mine

My face is a proof of my father's existence
Even though we've never metĀ 
I meet his face every day in the mirror
Sometimes I think to myself ask the mirrored imagine a question

Would my father answer backĀ 
Then snapping back to reality
I pause just to see his face a little longer
Now he is dead so these questions go unanswered

Often I get haunted by my father wanting me a his bed side, as death was lingering overĀ 
In my anger I refusedĀ 
Thinking he had a life time to have me by his side, but he choose the death bed to play catch upĀ 
So I keep this bottled in my mind's sand pitĀ 

Unfortunately once in a while the wind blow the sand away
Uncover the bottle leaving confusion
Asking why I wasn't apart of his lifeĀ 
Was I a waste of time, or just a boring person to be around

Was my conversations not interesting enough
I will never have nor get the right answersĀ 
But I'll be stuck seeing his face in my mirror for the rest of my lifeĀ 
David Palmer meet Larry Palmer

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Lost

Really good this. We truly are reflections of those who create us. All the emotions you mean to convey felt in this

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prowess Ink

Thank you. Yes it's pretty crazy. Didn't realize how much I looked like him. Until I seem a old picture of him.

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