He seemed to know everything,
Nothing was a mystery to him,
A hero and idol he was to me,
He instilled in me inspiration.
No one was ever as smart,
Worked as hard or as long,
As quick or half as strong,
As my very own dad.
Idolisation mentioned before,
Was all I had for the man I called dad,
I wanted to be just like him,
When I grew up.
Me and my mum were always at odds,
Arguments were the norm,
And when I would say things really bad,
It was always “I’ll tell your dad”
Such respect and admiration,
That I had for my Dad,
I would stop the arguing right away,
To avoid ruining his day.
That all changed almost overnight,
When I found out about his sleight,
Another woman he had found,
My admiration hit the ground.
To tear up our family,
Which he seemed willing to do,
Was what made me realise,
The family man was no more.
However, inspiration is not so fickle,
I realised his driving force was,
The person who I often disliked;
My inspiration is now my mum.