Pop

POETRY – REFLECTION – FATHER’S DAY 

The Reflection in the Mirror
I see the wrinkles that appear
To be quite honest, I’m a little scared

Then I look at my nose

My Cheeks…
My Scowl…
My Beard…

And I know where I get them …

The rumble of my voice
Oh, how I cherish it

The fire of my temper
Oh, how I sometimes regret it

The ability to turn my eyes from softness to stone
Oh, how I sometimes wish I had never learned it

But, most of all, Pop, the ability to talk to you when you call.

The guidance, with sarcasm…

The wisdom, with wit …

Oh, how I miss it

Damn, Pop, I miss you.

~thank you for reading~