By Bryn Baker

to fathers with daughters:

you teach us that you are love
you gift to me lessons of short kindness
you give me life and now i must
reciprocate
with a framed mirror
only waiting to be broken

and when i cannot see you
i will find you in another
and another
and another
until the lines between anger and love
are lines no longer but instead
the thing i squint my eyes till i can find
what exactly it is that i am looking for
and dad,
i guess it’s you.

from: daughters with fathers