The early morning hours
Walks in the fields
The ring of his laughter
The gait of his walk
I see
My father in me.
The pride of the Veterans
Flows strong in me.
And when I look deep inside
What do I see?
I see
My mother in me.
As the soil gives birth
With the warmth of the sun
I lose myself in
The serenity of the garden
And see
My aunt in me.
And oh! When I turn
Surprised, alarmed and stern
On my face, they clearly see
My gramma in me.
In witty times
When I quickly respond
With a wise crack or two
I see
My brother in me.
Many things we share
Not only in looks
But actions a few
And so I can't help
but see
My sister in me.
Now as we gather around
To enjoy family times
Watching the wee ones
I see
In this family, the roots
Run deep and strong
And as I contemplate life
Which I often do
I see
My family in me.
2005 May 20 Given to my mom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem