My Father's Face

"You're the spitting image of your daddy"

Everyone used to say

But I was young and full of fun

And didn't see myself that way

My father died when I was four

And I can barely remember his face

The only memory of him I've kept

That I wouldn't let time erase

My mama used to stare at me

And say, "You have your daddy's smile"

As tears would fill her loving eyes

Though he'd been gone awhile

Now I'm a daddy of my own

And I don't hear that anymore

They tell my son he looks like me

Like they did when I was four

Each morning as I go to the mirror

I can see my father's face

His smile will always part my lips

An image that I embrace