Invisible man

I thought I saw a man in my room,

He winked at me.

Standing with his arms folded,

his body strong end mascular

Laying on my husbands side at night,

I thought it might have been him,

holding me tight,

too afraid my nightmares might give me fright.

Walking beside me to the park

watching my daughter laugh,

and stay just to see that we return home when it gets dark,

shooting short messages to the stars.

Once in your life you find someone,

but his cancer made me long.

My daughter do not understand,

but God helped me explain with an upper hand

I thought I saw him kiss her goodnight,

and tugg her in real tight,

afterall, he was her biggest fan,

I think he just might have been the invisible man.

Comments: 6

Landen Michaels Apr 11, 2007, 8:27am EDT

Nicely rendered. One wonders why he's invisible. Perhaps he's the mirage of what a man should be?

melanie j. Apr 11, 2007, 9:11am EDT

Thank you Landen, Its true that a man should be that and more, I only typed, I never read it, so its all up to you to judge ...

Matthew D. Apr 12, 2007, 1:44pm EDT

a very deep and touching poem, even the strongest of people need a loving presence in their lives. Thank you for sharing this

melanie j. Apr 13, 2007, 3:16am EDT

Thank you Matthew, it's so true..

Jean E. Apr 16, 2007, 4:32am EDT

very very nice - I love the beginning - drew me in quickly.

andrew c. Jul 13, 2007, 12:32am EDT

great poem