You act just like your father,

Words I long to hear.

Not because I’m acting careless,

Or being insincere.

For the reasons I must hear it,

Are because It’s my desire.

To emulate his character, 

Forever aiming higher.

I know I won’t be perfect,

Or seen without a sin.

But if I’m like my father,

Well, that would make me grin.

For I’m made in his image, 

That is exactly what he said.

So daily I strive to make it,

Aiming higher to what I’ve read.

I will try to have his character, 

Showing the fruit, it should produce.

I want to hear him say well done,

When my time on earth is through.

©2023 Marsha L. Brown