MY BRAIN (poetry)

Mother?

In a world where mother's love is not near,
A stepmom tried to dry each salty tear.
With a heart kind and gentle, though not the same,
She lovingly embraced and played the mother's game.

Though not blood-bound, she still held them with care,
Her warmth and guidance, they yearned to share.
For in their hearts, a void so deep,
A longing for a mother's love to keep.

She listened to their tales, both big and small,
Always ready to catch them when they fall.
With open arms and a constant embrace,
She filled their days with love and grace.

But despite all her efforts, there remained a yearn,
To know the touch of a mother's concern.
For only a mother, with bonds so tight,
Can bring comfort and heal with a gentle light.

Through all the milestones and lessons to learn,
A stepmom's love could never fully discern.
The void in their hearts, unfulfilled, yet strong,
Yearning for a mother's lullaby song.

In moments of darkness, they searched for a guide,
To balance emotions and help them stride.
They longed for her voice, so genuine and pure,
A mother's love they would forever endure.

Yet in the depths of this life's somber hue,
A stepmom's love shone brilliantly through.
For love knows no boundaries or blood relations,
It thrives in the depths of compassion's foundations.

So though a mother's absence leaves an empty space,
A stepmom's love provides a warm embrace.
In her arms, they find solace and comfort anew,
For a stepmom's love is a gift, genuine and true.

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