My father and me were a pair out of three.

You two are the same,
is what they proclaim.
"As long as you're alive, he will be too",
Seems to be everyone's view.
The man he was, I wish to be.
My father and me were a pair out of three.

His smile, his gait,
His hair, his weight.
The way he laughed, the way he ate.
He in me, is all they can see.
My father and me were a pair out of three

The way he talked, the way he sat.
The way he looked, the way he spat.
His charm, his wit, it's what they see.
My father and me were a pair out of three.

If you must know, please make no fuss.
The three were: Him, Me, and Us

Reviews

[Healing Star]

nice flow Bubba, you should read my poem , Mama, Daddy and Me ... I wrote it 5 days ago.
I'm a big family man, grew up in a wonderful family with 5 siblings, and I raised 9 kids with a little help from my wife, LOL here is the link to that poem http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/gfrisk21/1808106/

[Bubba Jones]

Thank you, and I will.

[emmajoy]

' .. His smile, his gait, .. .. His hair, his weight. .. .. The way he laughed, the way he ate. '

Wonderful meter tucked firmly about true love, pride and total respect. I'm smiling at your poem's warmth and charm.

[Bubba Jones]

I makes me happy that people enjoy something i have written.
I have never been one to write anything until my father died.

[emmajoy]

From tears or smiles comes freedom to feel with a voice 'stread of silence.. perhaps.

[Gee]

Nicely done Bubba, free flowing and tight rhymes

[Bubba Jones]

Thanks Gee!