Poem post by Brooke
As a parent, you always hope your children turn out better than you.
Both of my sons have cowlicks on their foreheads
in exactly the same spot as mine.
I could see it on the days they were born.
But there is a compassion I want them to inherit—
and not from me because mine is smaller, mediocre.
There is a baby picture of my father
drool stain on the bib of his striped overalls.
He is blonde, like my sons, and not yet freckled.
Is that spiral there—going out into the curved hairline that grows perfectly across the front for a neat combed-hair look?
Is it the same?