But Daddy
You may be far away,
but I remember the day.
Counting cars from the window,
looking at your shadow.
You told me not to be,
like you;
But Daddy
I am strong,
I get mad,
I have a temper,
Oh, Daddy I am you.
Your living legacy,
Your living breath.
I am you in every way.
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