Time's Mirror

by dyvan

You look the same
as me I think
staring into the mirror
your eyes are older
appear less strong
if more experienced
and there are more lines
around your brow
a frown sits there
an awkward storm
for one so young to carry
and yet I know you
I conjure names
with which to fix you
and it is with dumb relief
I realise you are my father
staring back
across all these years
looking as you did
when I was younger
and now I'm older
find you again
in every line
in every fold
in every smile
in words spoken
hear your voice
see mannerisms afresh
for in the son
the father made flesh.

The Author

Born in Tipperary, Ireland and having heard the joke "it's a long way" too many times, dyvan lives in Melbourne, Australia and has been writing for years, especially enjoying the period when he got to use crayons in kindergarten. He is currently between topics--and can be heard trying to scare up a muse when the full Moon rises.