I am my father’s son:
the dark hair, thick eyebrows, Asperger’s Syndrome,
the habit of not paying attention to the “unimportant” details in life,
the difficulty with having a conversation.
I’m the image of my maternal grandmother,
with her nose, her toes, her hair color,
and even her ears.
I am tall like my uncles,
two on my mother’s side and one on my father’s side;
All over 6 feet tall, like people think I will be.
My heart is like my mother’s,
My kindness and love for The Lord,
as well as her sarcasm,
also her intelligence and love for reading.
But I just want to be me.
With a nod to my mentor text: “Everybody Says” by Dorothy Aldis in Songs of Myself compiled by Georgia Heard and posted/blogged by Lynne Dorfman.