That’s My Dad

by Mark Pettersson

As a child "thats my dad" I told.
With pride and glee I looked up to him as he stood bold.
No-one could scorn him for fear of me, they would hold.

When he threw his fists of anger in rage I'd shed a tear,
for I thought he was a man they all should fear.
Fear and anger should not be of one held so dear.

The older I grew the clearer it became the man knew was not the same.
No fear or tears when I heard his name, for this is the man who should be put to shame.

Farewell my father of what I knew then, for no shame on me for what little I know now.
A tear of memories for what I knew.
A tear of sadness for what I rue.
A tear of sadness for the man who stood before me, no more will see.

No fear, no resentment for that man I called dad, I love him, I cared for him and mourne him, should be.
For he is the man who made me, me. Dad I love you R.I.P.