I wear my father’s face. <br />I have inherited his gaze <br />his gentle way of seeing. <br /> <br />I wear my mother’s face <br />but none of her grace <br />only the delight in her eyes. <br /> <br />I look at them <br />in young photographs <br />and see me gazing back <br />from a time I didn’t exist. <br /> <br />Sometimes I wear <br />both faces at once <br />confusing myself <br />as to who I am. <br /> <br />Sometimes the smile drifts <br />or the eyes look away <br />catch a glimpse <br />of my own face <br /> <br />and for a split second <br />see me <br />as I truly am <br /> <br />a Venn Diagram <br />part of either set <br /> <br />me <br />the bit <br /> <br />in the middle.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-mathematically-speaking-for-miss-s/
