My Father

(This is a fictional poem. My father doesn't really have cancer.) My father who was so strong is now dying. He has cancer and I can't stop crying. But for his sake, I must be strong. He's become feeble and he won't live very long.. As I hold his hand, tears come to my eyes. It's going to tear me apart when he dies. What it all comes down to is that I love this man. I'm going to make his last days as pleasant as I can. He took care of me when I was a child and now I'm returning the favor. The relationship between a father and son is special and should be savored.