Son of My Father.

by Paul Hirst   May 20, 2019


I see my Fathers face these days
As into the mirror I stand and gaze
His crowsfeet sit around my eyes
As if I have taken up his guise

My eyes are green yet sometimes blue
Its all so him so deja vu
Did I inherit his memories too

Laughter lines and lines of pain
Reflect back from our shared face again of
This small giant I loved so much but never
Told or ever touched

And turning off the bathroom light
I think of him and say goodnight
And as the face in the mirror fades to
Black
I wish I had my father back.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Nice poem, Paul. I'm sure your father would have been proud.

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I lost my father many years ago and unfortunately or fortunately none of us looked like him at all. This poem is brilliant - how many people who take after a parent looks into a mirror and feels similar things. A most enjoyable read with an undertone of humour loved it. Milly x

    • 5 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Kind as ever Milly x
      Thank You

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Paul, I miss my dad every day. I see some of him in me, more my brother though. What really is wonderful is pieces of him my grandbabies carry now. Such a lovely poem. Well done-

    • 5 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Thank You Brenda x
      Appreciated your kind words

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    Nicely done Paul, and a great tribute to your father, with a nice touch of humour too :) M

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