My father was a great person.
Tall, thin and strong.
He thought before acting,
He knew his right from wrong.

He was a man of very few words.

He was a mysterious person,
always hiding away.
He and my mother were never in the same room together
I though this was weird until last May.

Something was about to change.

It was time for bed,
and I was almost asleep.
My father crept in to my room while I was under my covers,
He told me a secret that I won't forget in this life or other.

"Your father left me a while ago...
and I am your mother."