Unintended Reflection

Who’s Who in My Mirror

Met myself in the mirror
again this morning
unfurled an unflinching
to find signs of my father
his nose
the slope of forehead
his responsibility
his piety
Maybe there is more of my mother
to see
her lips
the distance between her eyes
her biases
her nurturing care
For all my scrutiny
I see neither Mother
no Father
looking out from me
only a sire-less reflection
fills the mirror
only certain
that he is all his own


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