I have my father’s
eyes.
That look
of my mother.
My grandfather’s
laughter.
The smile
of my grandmother.
The cheekbones
of an ancestor
unknown to me.
Only the scar
& the frown
are mine.
Yes...that’s me
alright!
I’d recognise
myself
anytime
but
what am I
wanted for
if not
for loving you?
The theme is very interesting and also the whole composition - you are like a family tree - every brunch belongs to someone and the whole belongs to...your love? I like it very very much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Created by others...but only for you?