First
Fathers Day without my Dad
Is
the saddest day I’ve ever had
Used
to be I’d worry what to get him
Now
I worry least I’ll forget him
Always a strong presence in my life
Even
when I had become a wife
There
with a smile through all the days
Celebrating
life and the grandchildren phase
When
he became ill I could not
believe
That
my dear Dad would ever leave
But
death draws all down its’ merciless path
Despite
the families anguished wrath
Now
I can’t get him a shirt or a tie
No
more sentimental cards will I buy
These special days will come and go
And
in my heart and soul I know
I’ll
best preserve his memory
By
being the best that I can be
That’s
just what he’d expect from me!
Patricia Ann Porter ♥ June 15, 2003