YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR DAD
a poem for my Father’s 70th Birthday
It’s the smile,
no the laugh,
maybe the nose,
Those are him, those are me.
His blood, my blood.
The words he yelled from the bleachers still echo in my ears:
“Follow your shot!”
Now I yell that at the television every time a player misses.
He taught me
I can fix things because of him.
He soothed me
He reprimanded me
I want to be a better person because of him.
He raised me
He praised me
I am who I am because of him.
He supports me
He loves me
I am able to give back and tell stories because of him.
His smile lights up my heart
His laughter is electric and brings me joy
His eyes see me and tell me the truth
His face brings me peace.
I look up to him and I can see myself.
I look like my Dad.