There in your eyes,
Is a reflection of me.
And you stare at skies
Like your ma did the sea.
And you tell stories like nana
Without the pauses.
And cringe like my brah
When I clean your bruises.
You laugh like a man
And you smile like my dad.
I don't understand
How all they had,
Got into a heart
As small as yours ,
And still makes me start
Just because,
You have a spark.
That lights the dark
And reminds my heart
Of a work of art.
Red splashes and dark
Finger marks
Of someone
More than anyone,
More than you and I
More than this love of mine.
This poem leaves me torn.
Because I'm your father.
But you haven't been born.
But I'm full of fear.
That you'll never see my reflection
In your eyes.
So here's my reflection
On your life.
So you'll understand.
Before your life began.
I saw your reflection.
I saw your perfection.
And loved everything about you.
Through our fathers' eyes I know you'll know it's true.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
There in your eyes,
Is a reflection of me.
And you stare at skies
Like your ma did the sea.
And you tell stories like nana
Without the pauses.
And cringe like my brah
When I clean your bruises.
You laugh like a man
And you smile like my dad.
I don't understand
How all they had,
Got into a heart
As small as yours ,
And still makes me start
Just because,
You have a spark.
That lights the dark
And reminds my heart
Of a work of art.
Red splashes and dark
Finger marks
Of someone
More than anyone,
More than you and I
More than this love of mine.
This poem leaves me torn.
Because I'm your father.
But you haven't been born.
But I'm full of fear.
That you'll never see my reflection
In your eyes.
So here's my reflection
On your life.
So you'll understand.
Before your life began.
I saw your reflection.
I saw your perfection.
And loved everything about you.
Through our fathers' eyes I know you'll know it's true.
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