Mum used to be her hero,
The person she most admired.
To grow up to be just like Mum
Was all her girl desired.
Aspiring little mini-me
Would watch, and imitate
It’s clear that she adored her Mum,
‘Til in stepped Cruel Fate.
It started with the public school’s
Efforts to proselytise.
To make kids question parents,
To distrust, and then despise.
The daughter’s peers and chums
Were next to have a bad effect.
Encouraged darling daughter
Her own Mum to disrespect.
Before long, adolescence
Was up to its old tricks
It put the Mum and child at odds,
And threw that in the mix.
Now somewhere, in the wake of this,
A Mum can’t be consoled.
She wonders, ‘midst her broken heart,
Where did her little girl go.
Hero No More
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