Mirror, MirrorMature

I climbed out of bed and slunk out of my room
My eyes stung with tears, surrounded by a cloud of gloom
I looked in the mirror, and who do I see?
His eyes, his nose, his lips...all of my features, belonging to dear daddy
I wiped his eyes to hide the tears
My father never showed off his fears
I poked out my tongue, trying to force a smile
But daddy didn't like lies, so instead I frowned for awhile
I closed my eyes and remembered his face
I remembered the times he made me go for runs, never turning it into a race
He stayed by my side until the very end
My father made sure; his family he did defend.

The End

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