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That's Not the Case MAG
There are days that
I don't think I look
like you at all,
that I look more like
Dad, that all his genes
were passed on to me.
So on those days,
I pull out that picture
where our hair is almost
the same,
and my smile is just about
as crooked,
as big,
as yours.
I hold them there,
side by side,
and for a fleeting moment,
I am my mother's daughter.
But only for a moment,
for when I put the picture down,
people can only compare me to Dad,
because he's alive.
And if I walked around with
that picture of you to show everyone,
people would just think
I was having a hard time
letting you go.
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