I look into the mirror, and see the eyes of my father The hard lines, the blackness the joys, and the sorrows that were his as I gaze I come to understand I feel his love, his purpose his life and his pain and I know he walks with me
This is very interesting, EagleOne - Just before I opened your poem, I was thinking of my dad, and how we need to accept our parents as fallible human beings to appreciate them for who they are.... and not expect more from them.. Thanks for completing the thought...
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