DavidA Poem by Nina
I am my father.
A photograph of my 23-year old father
I am the spitting image
I am the voice and the hair and the eyes
The Carhartt jacket and the boots
The delicate piano fingers roughened by guitar strings
The soft lips turned up in a cocky, smart-mouth smirk
I am my father's daughter.
A photograph of the 23-year old me
In a dress and a graduation gown
His parents are so proud, but all I want
Is to see him there with me, but he never will be.
So now, I am my father
I am the son they never wanted
But a son they would rather have than him
I graduate with honors and certifications
He was the drop out who snorted and fucked
Everyone is so proud of me.
And I am my father- I am the person he wanted to be
With the parents he could never please
And my mum who he never wanted to leave
But with his pride he couldn't say this.
The best I could do was trying to understand him
And to honor his wish that I would live
Live a life he didn't have the strength to grasp
I am my father, cut from the same cloth
I just have stronger threads.
© 2012 Nina
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