deviousways

I have my father's feet He has his. I have my father's skin.  Filter coffee, not much milk. He is honey gold and glowing A babe still. I am grown up, fully formed In my head. In my hates, likes, loves Dislikes, prejudices. I learnt from those around me, you see. He is learning too. He knows my moods Reads my emotions. Don't learn from me, my child. Stay innocent. For I fear I am too good a teacher.