In My Image

I made you in my image
so you could have everything I’m proud of.

I asked you to be observant so you could see
everything I’m too oblivious to hate about myself
(and all I’m painfully aware of).

I hoped you’d have her fire so you could
warm the world around you
while I have waned.

She said you look like me
and I say you look like her
from the nose down.
And I guess that’s the point.