5109, Resemblance Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-20-03 03:33 PM
—for my father
When I was a little boy, I wished we were twins. & when
you would leave, I wanted to follow. The wind outside or the television or
my toys always convinced me to stay. At times, I am still
that little boy. The one that told my friends about you. Reverence.
& still, when I lie down at night, the same wind that made me stay home
years ago still convinces me to stay here. I want to go, but what if you aren’t there? I used
to worry that we drifted further apart than a phone call could mend. Or a hug. Now,
as I look at you inside my own mirror, I see that we are twins. Not identical in face
& breath, but the sameness of our eyes & emotions make others not even ask, anymore. You
aren’t my age, nor shaped like me; you are my father.
& now that we are closer in strength, I no longer wish for things other than togetherness.
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