My Father of Shadows and Lines

My father’s a memory of shadows and lines
In black and white photos his smiling face shines
A man in a war
With a family of four
And just another victim of his times

The year was 1951
He left behind three girls – one son
A pilot and plane
Nothing left but his name
And I’m left with no memories to come

As I sit and write these lines
I think of him and my heart pines
I was just four
When he was no more
My father’s just a memory of shadows and lines.

Mdailey	6/16/11
Contest:  Shadows and Lines
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Martin Avatar
November 8, 2017 at 6:46 AM
Mike: My name is Pamela Gayle Tapp Martin and I live in Topeka, KS. My stepfather retired from the Air Force here many years ago. He married my mother about 18 months after reporting a plane missing on October 15, 1951 at Westover AFB, Massachusetts. He was the officer on duty when our father's plane went missing. If you would like to contact me, you can leave a message for me at work: Wichita State University School of Nursing: 316-978-3610
Dailey Avatar
November 8, 2017 at 10:06 AM
Do you mean your father was also on that plane? I do not have a list of the other crew members. I did run into an older gentleman who said he was on the crew that flew the plane to Germany and handed it off to my father's crew for the return flight. [email protected]
Mantle Avatar
June 18, 2011 at 9:45 AM
A beautiful piece. Best wishes to you in the contest, this reads like a sure winner. Em :)
Wesley Avatar
June 17, 2011 at 9:03 AM
I'm moved by your loss and know your lines must be shared by many.
Mehta Avatar
June 16, 2011 at 2:23 PM
Lovely dedication to your father as the father's day is round the corner, mike
Buys Avatar
June 16, 2011 at 2:14 PM
A very moving poem, well written and such a different way of expressing the sense of loss. Very well done. xoxo
Richards Avatar
June 16, 2011 at 1:03 PM
Such a moving account of a boy who never had the chance to know his Dad, wow...this one touches the heart with such sadness. Beautifully shared in this poem.
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