I seem to be disappearing

Slowly a little bit at a time

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and wonder where I’ve gone

The face looking back at me as I shave and clean my teeth

It’s not the face I was born with

It’s not the face I grew up with

It’s the face I have inherited

It’s the face of my dad

I don’t have to look at a photograph to remind me of him

Every morning I see him looking back at me

It’s a comforting thought that he hasn’t disappeared

He will be forever a part of me