The Ghost of the Father

The ghost of the father,
peers down on his son.
He wishes he could hear,
all his loving suggestions.
To, maybe guide him truly,
onto some peerless path.
Yet he makes the choices,
and the road he will take.
At some point conjuring,
the dream in the mirror.
Looking oddly familiar,
just a bit like the father.
He stands in amazement,
did he actually...understand?!

date: 2/20/23
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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February 21, 2023 at 3:54 AM
Metaphorically speaking, I live with the ghost of my father. Although I went my own way in life, now that I am older, I see the wisdom of his words and his never ending perseverance. And yes, as I have aged I look more like him each passing day. I enjoyed reading you today, Meru.
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February 22, 2023 at 12:31 PM
Thank you, Daniel, I had the exact experience at home, as you did, and it made me feel a little better about it, by just talking to you, good luck, Meru.
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