They are mine, but they are not mine.
They have my eyes, but they sparkle unlike mine.
They have my smile, but it lights up the world and mine doesn't.
They have my cheeks, full of so much colour and life.
They have my face, but it is not mine.
She is loud.
She is opinionated and fierce,
Tracing the spines of dinosaurs I never taught her to name.
The wit that sparks from her tongue,
The amazing giggle that rings through a hallway I’ve never walked-
That music was composed by other hands.
Those jokes were born in a house where I am a shadow.
She carries my blood, but their habits.
She carries my features, but their heart.
So if she looks like me,
But speaks like them;
If she has my ghost,
But their life...
How can I call her mine?
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 6:56 PM UTC
They are mine, but they are not mine.
They have my eyes, but they sparkle unlike mine.
They have my smile, but it lights up the world and mine doesn't.
They have my cheeks, full of so much colour and life.
They have my face, but it is not mine.
She is loud.
She is opinionated and fierce,
Tracing the spines of dinosaurs I never taught her to name.
The wit that sparks from her tongue,
The amazing giggle that rings through a hallway I’ve never walked-
That music was composed by other hands.
Those jokes were born in a house where I am a shadow.
She carries my blood, but their habits.
She carries my features, but their heart.
So if she looks like me,
But speaks like them;
If she has my ghost,
But their life...
How can I call her mine?