I am my father

it's easy to see

I'm so much like him

which is so unlike me

Just when did it happen

I haven't a clue

His attributes present

in all that I do

I changed without warning

I changed in a day

my dad now speaks through me

in all that I say

As I watch you sleeping

in Angelic bliss

I lean down to hug you

and give you a kiss

I think of you struggling

to be just like me

and wonder if time

will permit me to see

Myself...made all over

in all that you do

denying you're me

and insisting you're you

I wonder how many

have faced the same sight

and had it awaken them

late in the night

I went to my father

to ask his advice

the whole conversation

was pleasant and nice

In answering my question

his words were but few

"If I cannot be me

then...why should you be you?"