The man I never knew

From a place unknown to me,
He did come,
From a across a crowed room,
his eyes bored,
clean through to my soul,
Never did I see such beauty,
Never understood his language,
But yet knew his voice,
Never comprehended his ways,
His childhood astrange,
Yet some how knew,
From where he became,
Like out of the darkeness,
And into the light,
I watched him from afar,
Never to get to close,
A perfect stance he did hinder,
Just one glance,
That's all it took,
Just one look,
Now the glance is over,
There is nothing left to be seen,
Now it's over,
He'll never know me,
He'll just be,
The man I never knew,
Yet come to love so deeply,
This man of whom I speak,
Is my father indeed,
The one person I could never reach...

©00 by Lydia Itnyre

	In loving memory: Franklin Thomas Bond
	From: 4-12-24 To:7-21-89 From your daughter: Lydia