Hazel’s Diary: Our reflection

Hazel my daughter in whom I am well pleased
In her I see the feminine version of myself
And from another angle I clearly see her mummy

We are the images, and she is a plate
The ultimate father of lights is the picture
While life is the light, that placed us in her

She smiles infectiously like her mother,
And filled of enthusiasms like her father
Apples really do not fall far from its trees

She is our combination in reflection
Reason we are gifted from the father of lights
For she chose us, we never precisely picked her…

I see our noses, eyes and our reflection
It baffles me how breaths could replicate
Forming a perfect mirror image of it selves.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu