Grandpa

I have the eyes
of my parents.
When I drive,
I am angry like my father. 
I speak in ways
like my mother.
I am blunt and
opinionated like Granny.
I drink vodka,
like Grandma.
Sometimes I am 
quiet like Papa.

People tell me all of
these ways that I am like 
all of these people;
but no one ever tells me
how I am like you
and forever I will wonder.

 

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