On your old motorbike to the football field
Looking at his photos of youth
I see what people often said to me,
"You are a carbon copy of the man!"
I tried to find the pieces of me
In that sharp and knowing deep gaze
In that wide smile mischievous and teasing
In that slim sinew stature, so confident and charming
And they still looked at me in wonder
"So much like him, I cannot even believe!"
They said to me like they are so proud
So proud to recognize our similarities
Our face, cheekbones, nose, and mouth
Something I often trace as I regarded him
Sometimes in anger, often in defeat
"A good thing, to resemble her father!"
Sounds like a compliment to them
But a question to me from time to time
How am I so resemble him so much
Yet we barely recognize each other?
We are often lost in translation
My childhood is always curious why
Why was he rarely in my memories?
My adulthood is frowning as to why
Why does he speak to me now?
"You are my daughter, I always love you."
And I understood that he loves me —
Well, visible side of me — unconditionally
If your warm smile and soft careful voice
You are giving me could be the proof of it
And named me as fierce and compasionate
As I was the first born you were waiting for
The baby you always brought in your arm
On your old motorbike to the football field
Yet it was the only fond memory
That only I tightly held in my mind
Of once we did recognize each other
(UCA)
