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A Mirror Image


I look into the mirror and what do I see?

I see my dad's pudgy nose as I wrinkle it when I'm mad.

I see my mom's eyes that glisten a twinkling brown.

My sister and I share the same long legs and arms given to us by our grandfather.

I look into the mirror and what do I see?

I see my athletically built body that my brother and I use to our advantage.

I see the milk chocolate skin passed on to me by the mixture if my parents skin.

And the best part about it is...

I know my family will always be with me, on the inside and OUT.

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