My Father In Me Poem by Sunny Chopra

Brief look at own reflection
was caught by familiar sight

Seemed none but my father
with whiskers grayish white

Old chord it kind of touched,
a connection long since lost

Urging me to accept reality
and fittingly present accost

With void insurmountable,
his absence not let forget

Pangs of loss will linger on
till end as cause of regret

With me now on threshold,
of how I remember him last

I am but him in my own way,
not much different in contrast

Pride apart but honor I deem,
to have come into this being

His wisdom a guiding spirit,
for my welfare and wellbeing