What the Mirror Says
– Poetry by Brianna Bruccoleri –
I saw my father in the mirror.
The eyes within the glass—
The same shade as an Oak cascaded in moss—
Are an uncanny reflection of his own.
Below: a rigid Roman nose.
Then, an upper lip just barely thinner than its complimentary bottom half,
Accompanied by the same brutish, confident style of verbatim that pours from
our mouths like a rampaging torrent.
And I cried.
I cried for the diminishment of his own features;
Dedicated in whole to me, long before he loved me;
Before he held me;
Before he ever even met me.
I cried for the relic of him which I am—
And in light of his absence,
And because of his imminent, approaching deterioration,
And for his death.
“You are his, forever,”
The mirror says.
And I cried.
About the Author – Brianna Bruccoleri
Brianna Bruccoleri is a Junior at Gettysburg College, double majoring in Political Science and Philosophy. She is an active member of the political community, having just completed a 14-week internship on Capitol Hill. When not pursuing her academic or political endeavors, Brianna spends her time writing free verse poetry about her personal life, reflective nonfiction work, and philosophical academia. This is her first poetic piece to be published.
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