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#FridayPoetry: For Father

Jan 23, 2015

 

I have been nothing

but a mirror for your face.

 

Not the substance of me: 

I, the dried sunflower heavy 

with seeds for birds. 

 

But now that I am grown, I am so much 

more, I no longer fit. 

Not even in your large hands.

 

Originally published in Comstock Review.

 

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