Fathers Day is just a few days away,
and for it I have a few things to say.
I lost my father when I was seventeen
he was fifty five when he left this life's scene.
Being fifty four now and having four kids of my own.
I often wonder how much longer my life own life will roam.
At times I feel angry for the years he and I lost
because my father drank heavily and paid the ultimate cost.
Cirrhosis claimed his life and took him from me.
Taking away years of bonding and wisdom to see.
Seriously my father and I were best friends
and I contemplated suicide when he met his end.
He said to me one day to take care of my Mom,
because he knew that his life was almost gone.
But I chose to go in the Air force and left my childhood home
leaving my mom to the care of my four brothers and to live all alone.
Over thirty years went by before my mom died and was gone too
and in those years all she did was exist because of a love that was true.
Seriously none of us know when we'll meet our fate
and were left with a headstone with our name and some dates.
But the reason I'm basically writing this poem for you
is to cherish each day and your family too.
Especially your Mother and Father who's love gave you this life
you live.
And when it comes to special occasions try to give all you can give.
If your loved ones have already moved on like mine,
just send them some prayers and your heart they'll find.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Proud Son of
Dora Mae and Stanley Paskavich
Glendridge Illinois
