I remember playing dress up with my younger sister, she would always want me to dress up as the Dad, because I was the oldest.
I cover myself in your shirt.
So secure I feel in its sleeves.
Its tailored to big, with buttons too small,
and a pocket that hangs to my knees.
I play with your tie in my hand.
I lean my head this way and that.
Baggy pants too, and a big pair of shoes,
My curls hanging loose und’ your hat!
I smile at me in the mirror.
I twist myself this way and that.
with briefcase in hand, I make quite ”The Man”!
I think I look just like my….Dad!
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