Face of a Child (Poem)

Face of a Child

Her image is echoed in the face of our child,
In him, I see her beauty so soft and so mild,
I can’t help but smile and shake my head,
Makes me wonder what else has been bred,
Together those two are something of a riot,
One thing is for certain neither is called quiet,
They both are very sassy but honestly sweet,
But without either, I wouldn’t be complete,
How interesting is what gets passed down,
A laugh, a pout, a smile, even a frown,
In him, I see her beauty so soft and so mild,
Her image is echoed in the face of our child,

Ryan is a writer of poetry and various forms of fantasy. His writings have been published in e-magazines, anthologies, creative journals, and newsletters. He may or may not have an addiction to tea and LEGO building.

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