Two Molds Of The Same

Exist through your father!!!
They say you remind everyone
of him.
No existence for you, but
through him.
Know that he is gone.
You feel you do not exist
How do you become your
own person.
For all those years you
and your father were alike.
How do you learn not to be
perfect just to be you.
How do you let your feelings
through and be yourself
whatever that is today.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
For my beautiful daughter and young lady.

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