My eyes are brown like his My lips full like hers My nose, a beautiful combination of both My freckles are permanent unlike theirs which faded as they grew older But they remind me of a youthful mother and a youthful father A representation that I am a beautiful result of their once thriving love A love I thought was indestructible A love I thought would never die A commitment I thought was stronger than steel A commitment I thought would never have an expiration date If my parents aren't together, how can I be? Torn in two but left as one
My face, A living reminder Of what they Should be
My favorite poet once said, "I have my fathers eyes and my mothers mouth; on my face they are still together."