Love Poem: Pieces of My Father
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Written by: Mike Hauser

Pieces of My Father

I hear my father's voice
Everytime I speak
Left with little choice
That he's a part of me
I hear it in the slang
My Southern nasel twang
In everything I say
As I venture through my day

When I look into the mirror
It's my father's face I see 
The older that I get
Looking back at me
I see the many lines
He had in his sly smile
The kindness that he held
When I gazed into his eyes

I also hear his laugh
In the jokes I tell
When the aftermath 
Doesn't go so well
Trying to get the crowd
To smile I still try
The way my father did
As he made his way through life 

I always feel his love
From beyond the grave
The preciousness in the gifts
That my father gave
Every single piece
Of his memory 
That my father placed
With love inside of me