A Poem by Maryanne
Shubert
I looked into the mirror
And what did I see?
A reflection of my father
Staring back at me.
I love with all of my heart
The reflection that I see.
Of that gentle, loving man
Staring back at me.
He has given me so much,
That I can never repay.
His kind soothing voice,
In my head, I hear everyday.
The way that he held me,
After I had a bad dream.
God it felt so safe,
Silly to most, I guess it
would seem.
He used to chase monsters,
From underneath my bed.
When he came home from work,
He would lift me up over his
head.
He taught me how to find,
The right path to walk
along.
To stand up for what I
believe,
No matter who thought I was
wrong.
He has always given me
strength,
When I felt I could no
longer stand.
Reaching out to hold me,
Lending me his hand.
In all the years I’ve known
him,
He has never let me down.
Always there to serve and
protect,
A real father in him, that
is what I’ve found.
I look just like him,
All of my life I’ve been
told.
So pardon what I have to
say,
Because to you it may seem
quite bold am thankful,
That I have his nose dimples
and smile.
This man has given me
everything,
Good grace, character and
style.
So the reflection in the
mirror,
Is a reflection that makes
me proud.
I look just like my dad you
see,
It’s like walking in
Heaven’s clouds.
As I stare into the mirror,
I will always be able to
see,
All the goodness of my
father,
Looking back at me.
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