I don’t know my dad, never did.
The man who some say I
resemble. Just in looks, I hope.
Stories from my mom
and family, tells of
a funny man, like me.
But I hope that’s where it
Saw him once, I did.
So close we were but so far.
I expected more. Like a hug.
But nothing came from The
Shadow that he was to me.
Less than a friend.
I still hear of him. Yes he lives. And
I wonder, if he thinks of me. Misses me.
Wishes he could hug me. Talk to me
Like a dad to a son. And meet my
boys. Who have heard so much about
So much to say but I can’t
talk to a Shadow. It won’t matter.
Do I love him? How could I love the unknown?
Forgive him? Yes I do but for what? I don’t
Know. I learn from him what not to
do. To be there for my own and to love.