My Father's Face
"You're the spitting image of your daddy"
Everyone used to say
But I was young and full of fun
And didn't see myself that way
My father died when I was four
And I can barely remember his face
The only memory of him I've kept
That I wouldn't let time erase
My mama used to stare at me
And say, "You have your daddy's smile"
As tears would fill her loving eyes
Though he'd been gone awhile
Now I'm a daddy of my own
And I don't hear that anymore
They tell my son he looks like me
Like they did when I was four
Each morning as I go to the mirror
I can see my father's face
His smile will always part my lips
An image that I embrace
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