Dad Poem by Drew Engman

I look down at the hands I've used
For forty-something years,
And see the man who picked me up
When I ran home in tears.

I look down at the legs that
I walk out on every day,
And see the feet I'd stand on, dancing,
While the music played.

I look out on the new day
With the same old blue-gray eyes,
I used to see light right up
Over me, with love, and pride.

I look up in the mirror
At a face I recognize,
So much like the one I've known
'Long as I've been alive.

We are so much alike, and now,
I don't think it's all that bad.
From baby, child, boy, to man,
I've always loved you, Dad.