My father was a man of limited chacarter, he wasn't interested in politics, community activities, playing sports, or sitting in a saloon. Outside of work and family he had few friends he hung out with. He was employed, he earned the bacon and expected a meal on the table and a wife who took care of his sexual needs. His check was given to his wife to manage the home and children. He didn't smoke and only drank occasionally. He had seven children but died a lonely man because he didn't know how to be a father.

Mind if i join you Wrote 3/24/90 about my Father I am the Last!!
I am the last,My Fathers Son.
When i am dead there will be none.
It went through generation of the past.
But when i was born,I didn't know I would be the last.
When i was growing he taught of long ago.
we went for walks and stones he taught me to throw.
But as his Father before him and so on through the past.
Little did I know I would be the last.
I married for Love i knew the Tradition,
I thought of my Son that I thought i would take fishing.
Then when it happened a Girl,i loved her the same,
But always knowing she would never keep the family name.
I love my two Girls but ache deep inside,
Just thinking of years ago and swallow my pride.
So now you know when you see a tear on my face,
You know of my agony of being the last of my race.
Always knowing soon time for me will pass,
Along goes All Generations because I Am The Last!!
That poem was wrote on my Birthday ,Dedicated to my Father (11/8/10 to 2/16/73)
I LOVE YOU!!

We all have a story to tell so whether it is in the form of a poem or creative writing I look forward to hearing it.

My father was many things...


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