The Mistress

I was 4 when it began; my father's affair,
He wouldn't come home until late,
I was young; but I knew my mother knew too,
But to begin with she never did much about it,

In the dark of night when he finally came home,
I could hear him with my mother; there love was on the rocks,
When there quarrel drew quiet,
I knew that my time had come:

He would pop his red head into my room,
But I would always pretend to be asleep,
He would lean over, kiss my forehead, 
And I could smell her on his breath,

I don't know how, where or why he took his mistress,
But I know he took her often, and I couldn't stop him,
I don't know what lead to the affair,
Stress, depression, or maybe just weakness?

I don't see my father anymore,
My mother eventually gave in with the cheating,
It's sad because none of us deserved it,
My father is still with his lover- and I've heard he now has a few others.