I heard more about him, than I saw of him,
Long gone before I grew

Never really had the chance,
to show him, what I could really do

Standing in the kitchen my mother asked of me
Do you want to go with him or stay at home with me?
She looked at me his 1st born son
I said that I would go
She glared at me and stood her ground
Her eyes would tell me no.

Some days, I miss what others had,
The man to call my Dad

Tried to be a shining son to the memory of a ghost
He’d be so proud I’m sure he’d want to boast

To wish for things I just didn’t have,
Only makes me sad

For my life is rich with friends and family,  
that did not include my Dad.