My skin,
Milky white and
Lightly peppered with freckles,
Paled next to his
Caramel hue.
My eyes,
Gray as steel,
Yet blue as ice,
Never matched his chocolate brown.
But still they come,
Remarking of something,
The stride in my step,
The tone of my words,
The unsettling gaze,
Warm and cold together,
Something,
Tells them that I am
Daddy’s girl.
About the Creator
Misty Rae
Author of the best-selling novel, I Ran So You Could Fly (The Paris O'Ree Story), Chicken Soup For the Soul contributor, mom to 2 dogs & 3 humans. Nature lover. Chef. Recovering lawyer. Living my best life in the middle of nowhere.
Center Stage with Paul Stewart
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
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Comments (2)
I am sure he is beaming with pride!
I never thought my dad was like my granddad but as my dad gets older, I see my granddad more and more and whilst I look like my dad, my husband says my posture and movement are his too which makes me really curious about how I move and how I look to other people. It messes with my mind! I liked your poem a lot.