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For every spoon that slips in my mouth Reflects the spoon that slipped in yours. For every glance I get in the mirror Stares your face into mine. For every laugh that I let out Bounces a mimic of your voice. My father’s blood runs through me Like rivers in stone. Flesh of mine shaped by his hands Though now he walks in distant lands. In every little instance A constant reminder Like For every spice I pinch Bears the dish you seasoned. For every sentence I write Shows your hands in mine. For every word I speak Reveals the lesson you teach. And through every rise of anger Moment of sadness Fleeting joy Disgust. I recall. I am my father’s daughter And in every corner of me He lives.
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
I am my father's daughter.
For every spoon that slips in my mouth Reflects the spoon that slipped in yours. For every glance I get in the mirror Stares your face into mine. For every laugh that I let out Bounces a mimic of your voice. My father’s blood runs through me Like rivers in stone. Flesh of mine shaped by his hands Though now he walks in distant lands. In every little instance A constant reminder Like For every spice I pinch Bears the dish you seasoned. For every sentence I write Shows your hands in mine. For every word I speak Reveals the lesson you teach. And through every rise of anger Moment of sadness Fleeting joy Disgust. I recall. I am my father’s daughter And in every corner of me He lives.
-21.03.2026
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
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