Daddy Eyes
Daddy’s hazel eyes accuse me of mischief
Faeries show me no hint of Mommy.
Her hair is naturally curly.
Mine is straight and coarse.
Possible glints of Grandma’s hurt look peer at me.
She always looked like she had just been beaten
I peek closer, trying to see into the soul of this face.
She appears much older than I think is possible.
White hair growing at the roots taunts me
Skunk-hair actually, showing me Daddy’s eyes.
I stick out my tongue,
Full Daddy now.
Written 11-22-2019
Contest: The Metaphor of your Face
Sponsor: John Lawless
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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