|The older I get |
my dad was ...
his hair and hair style
grace my head.
his bushy eyebrows
the reflected image of my face
he leaps into the mirror on the landing beaming his semi-snarky smile
with a side dish of sparkling, squinting eyes.
when I'm in a good mood
his approving face
smiles at me from every mirror I pass.
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