Lately my future and his past
I wonder if I’ll be so boisterous and jovial at 55 despite how the seasons will have sullied my skin.
I tend to just stare at his face. Eyes agape. Immersed in the striking resemblance of the reflection I saw this morning when the light in my bathroom revealed the visage opposing the mirror on the wall.
He reminisces on what it was like to be that young and brittle. Masking courage in bravado. Writing poems because at that age emotions never found any descriptive homes in prose.
At times he seems to be unaware of his prolonged gaze my way. Expressing thoughts of sympathy. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you to take care of your mother with a mind of littered ambitions and a heart that beats in sync to her’s in cadence.”
And yet, I tacitly reply: “How your smile must be a receptacle for the pain you bear having to hand over your eldest daughter back to God. Carving yourself to fit the mold of a man without your mother’s kiss to refine your silhouette during the process.”
I have grown to accept our similarities and matured to appreciate all 23 of your chromosomes that provided the blueprint to the stature of my 206 bones.
I stand before you. Eyes agape. A heart that nods in understanding. Beats with respect. Knowing that I’ll never be your past and you don’t have to be my future but you’ll forever be my dad.
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