Poised and Prompted

Reflection

There are days I remember your smile.
That contagious wide grin,
with tight squinted eyes,
that could light up a whole room.
Sometimes I look in the mirror,
and think I smile just like you.

There are days I remember your arms.
Aging but strong,
holding me tight,
and covered in an array of tattoos.
Sometimes I look in the mirror,
and wish I was as strong as you.

There are days I remember your eyes.
A deep hazel-blue,
wide and observant,
withered from the world they had to view.
Sometimes I look in the mirror,
and wish I hadn't seen as much as you.

There are days I remember your absence.
The years I longed for your love,
praying to God up above,
to be the one you came home to.
Sometimes I look in the mirror,
and wish I had been enough for you.

There are days I remember it all.
The good the bad,
all the memories we had,
and what you let me go through.
Sometimes I look in the mirror,
and wonder why I wanted to be just like you.