To talk to someone you need to present
something to look at
something to remind you
of that person
when I look at the world
it reminds me of my father
and everything
has a part of him in it
when I look into a mirror
I see my father's eyes
looking back at me
I know I don't have his eyes what I have is my father's
wisdom
and
strength
behind my eyes
when I look at my hands
I see my father's hands
the hands that brought me up when I fell
the hands that reached out
to anyone who needed an
extra hand
when I look at my mother
I see my father's love
still growing
still present
and her being there still
to love her and I
when I close my eyes
I see my father in whole
with arms
reaching and
wanting to
help
and
hold
me
I can't seem to reach him yet
I'm scared
helpless
and
broken
I need to be strong
I need to reach further
but I'm coming
to the realization
that I can't do it alone
I may think
I need to do it alone
but
I have my father's
strength