Your sister told me yesterday,
that when she saw me look her way,
A tear welled up inside her eye.
She looked at me and breathed a sigh.
“You just look so much like her now,”
she whispered, and I felt so proud.
Silence filled that precious room.
where grandpa played his fiddle tunes.
He called me, “sister” and he’d cry,
when ever I went walking by.
“Yeah, it sure was different then.”
He’d tell me ’bout the days back when.
Inside this room, this special place,
My mom, my child, myself, his face.
I hugged your sister, quiet tears,
wishing for those long lost years.
And hoping that my child might be,
proud one day, he looks like me.
beebeesworld 
Sharda Kickel said,
May 21, 2012 @ 3:34 pm
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beebeesworld said,
June 25, 2012 @ 7:18 pm
Thanks to all of you for reading my poem-I invite you to follow my blog-I will look into your blogs, and do the same.
Stefania said,
June 5, 2012 @ 3:24 pm
beebeesworld, very beautiful poem. Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day! 🙂