The man who disappeared.

When I look back on it,

I never knew my father before he passed away.

When I say pass I don't mean dead.

Well yes,

Perhaps,

In my head.

He was an invisible man.

Do you know what I mean?

He was there of course.

Behind the scenes.

I heard people talk of him like some kind of ghost.

Others who knew would continue to boast,

about the great things he did, and the people he helped

about the accomplishments

and the awards he shelved.

When I look back on it,

I never knew what he looked like.

I don't mean I've never seen him.

Well yes,

Perhaps,

But in all the pictures he looked a tad grim.

His eyes were as light as mines.

Not a smile, or a wink.

barely a grin.

And in the rustic pictures he already seemed old.

Mother describes him with a heart of Gold.

When I look back on it,

I barely knew his life,

Well yes,

Perhaps,

My mother was his wife.

He was in football, and other tough sports.

He had traveled from Chicago, to London, and played baseball in New York.

He had tea with the governor. 

and drinks with his brothers maid.

He had toured Egypt 

on less than a salary pay.

He had a company and a good deal with Church.

He was the Usher boy, the dancing star, He never got hurt.

But still to this day, why so great?

Then run away?

Was it responsibility? A role he couldn't fit?

Was it the only chance he had left to split?

Did I not come out right? Was the future for him not so bright?

I guess I'll continue to love and to cheer.

A man so silent,

The man who disappeared.

Reviews

[Walk away slow poet]

This is sad really, but I did enjoy it alot. Very well written

[paparapapa]

The last stanza just broke my heart. I loved it. I loved how you describe him to make him look like a very great man; thus, adding to the impact of his disappearing act. It was really a great read. Write some more.