The Mirror

>> 4.27.2010

Before I knew him,
he was gone,
lost to this world.
No knowledge exists
of my own,
only stories told
to me by someone else.
Stories of love
and laughter,
of resemblance found
in this face of mine.
So I search
each mirror hoping
to see the ghost
I loved and lost
before I realized
what it meant
to have a father,
and seek to fulfill
the dreams once
had by the one
I never knew.

3 comments:

SJ 4/28/10, 7:02 PM  

This is a nice piece

Susannah 4/30/10, 5:41 AM  

That is just so poignant and beautiful - I loved it. :-)

Singer 4/30/10, 5:44 AM  

just found your blog and really enjoyed this post, well written and moving too. . .

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