I look in the mirror
And the person I see is changing.
I can hear a new person when I laugh,
Such a distinctive sound
That I have always known.
The mannerisms that I have
I have known them as well.
So not only has my love for music,
And for nature,
Come from this person,
I am changing into him,
I am becoming my Dad.
A man I had always admired.
A gentle man,
And a gentleman.
No longer with us,
This man who went from life
Nearly thirty years ago,
Is now resurrected in me.
Thank you Dad.
I will join you soon,
And together we can sit and listen
To, and with our heroes of music.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2022 01:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments9
Beautiful observation of self becoming. A sense of destiny I also feel reading your poem. It reminds me of myself becoming my father. Like reading his old books, whole sentences and paragraphs I find he underlined and highlighted, notions I find important to remember to. I feel like a completion of him in someways. Although I didn’t reach his heights in accomplishments in life, but in thought and philosophy.
Thank you evenwheniLie, even if we reach part of our dads good things we have achieved much.
Andy
a fine write Gold.
Yep, I suppose we would be becoming our Dad, Grandad, Great-Grandad.... to a million generations, you and I, being so very old! lol.
Very true Orchi.
Andy
Turning into our parents is both comforting and scary. At least it happens when we've put more years under our belt. If it happened sooner it may not take quite well enough. Thanks for sharing.
thank you cb, in my life it is so comforting as my dad was one of natures gentlemen.
Andy
Lovely poem but at the same time scary for my future haha
You have nothing to be scared about SC, I hope that you dad has treated you well.
Andy
'while i can't relate
I can still appreciate
your scenic Poetry's
elegant, message..'
thank you! wise Poet
Most kind Mek, thank you.
Andy
Astute observation and wonderful description.
Thank you hzugman, most kind.
Andy
What better can we ever become than like a loved parent -- a lovely notion dear Andy and may you grow ever closer to your Dad's irreplaceable love of both nature and music.
Thank you for your kind words Fay.
Andy
Loved reading this poem, When we are raised by awesome people it instills it in us. It is a honor
It certainly does Tammy, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Your very welcome, it was a lovely poem.
it happens to some of us lucky one's doesn't it .. not everyone is so lucky though, I guess we both had good uns didn't we ... a lovely reflection sir and true ....... Neville
Thank you Neville, yes we are very lucky.
Andy
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