in the mirror
my father’s face
in my arms
his strength
in my mind
his thirst for knowledge
in my heart
his love
his gifts to me
still reverberating
these many years
after he’s gone
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A work of loving homage. Nice.
Thanks, Mike. That’s kind of you to say.
And yet I am occasionally startled to see mine still looking back at me. Such simple sentiments cut deep enough that we all can own them, as if we had written your poem. Well done, Leonard!
Thanks again, John. Our parents do live in all of us. For better or worse, there’s no denying that.
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