The Mom gets frustrated with her Dad-
The way he thinks only of himself,
How he repeats the same stories,
Never truly listening,
How his jokes sting with carelessness.

She fears of becoming like him,
In her eyes, he can be found.
The way they both speak with their hands,
Spending hours making meals to share,
Bopping along to the music,
Both chasing the fear of not doing enough.

They are bound by blood and care,
The Mom has gone farther,
Breaking free from the shadow of her father.
Yet she carries him still—
In her smile, her kindness,
And the drive that fuels her love for her kin.