Like You

A girl told me the other day that she thought I looked completely Irish. I disagree, as would most people with eyes. But it got me to thinking. I wish I looked more like you. Wish I could turn to the mirror and see you looking back at me. So much of me is you and I take pride and solace in that fact every day. But my face is not yours and I want to look like my Daddy. I want your identity to cast its shadow over me and remind me at a glance that I am you. I'd be nothing if not for you. I wish my face paid tribute to that. I miss you Daddy. I miss your face.