Many years have passed since then
Father once mine would meet his end
On bed not his but the V A 's
A man whose life would end that day
Cancer was his, this card he drew
At 52, too fast, too few
Months he lived more like six weeks
Would close life's chapter of him we speak
This write was birthed but not by me
Estranged son, not cup of tea
Would watch handsome and debonair
Father near death once savior faire
More gigolo then husband to
Mother whose heart he broke in two
Yet never failed to so provide
Family their needs but secrets hide
More than a few women would fall
In love, more like lust is what I'd call
The flings that made him once Don Juan
Many the count these short lived bonds
Yet till the end mother would stay
Each waking hour as nights turned days
Spoon feed him when he could eat
This man turned child death would defeat
The end would come during our drive
To see once more if he survived
Another day in pain and loss
Of breath, his last, absence my cost
Although estranged this son would cry
Grieving, regret our last goodbye
Would be spoken as we were lead
From bed barren of him now dead
I miss father although his love
For me was null and void thought of
I would know him once called his own
To love him though we felt disowned
