Morning Mirror
Every morning I see my dad in the mirror.
Same hazel eyes
Same round chin
Same freckles
Same bad teeth
Same straight up haywire hair
“Hi Dad!” I say
My eyes grin, just like his used to.
I am amused, but not amazed.
This morning I saw my mother in the mirror.
“Where is your dad?” she screamed at me.
I was too scared to answer.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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