Mirror Image Poem by Phil Soar

Looking at that image, I see
Strains of my father, staring at me
Wrinkles and dimples
All over my face
Staring at me
From all over the place
No longer just blemishes
Now they're defined
Like everyday scars
From a moment in time
Twisted contortions
From a ragged old age
Like a well read anthology
Torn at each page
When I look in the mirror
It reminds me of Dad
And the way that he saw me
When I was a lad
And I've turned into him
As my life has gone on
Let's hope that MY memory
Won't die, when I'm gone