This one is dedicated to my loving and caring and also beautiful stepmother.
I wrote a poem for my father and mother. So I felt bad because I didn't write for my stepmother.
So here it is.
I hope you'll enjoy it.
Weird, but not so.
How weird is it to have a stepmom? It's not that weird, I mean, for some,
A rubber band stretches until it gets farther,
But, I know her love can stretch even longer,
She's holding back her anger for me, When I know it's not easy to be,
A parent to a child like me,
I'm foolish and selfish, yet graceful still she,
This poem might not end up in rhyme,
But it's worth a shot for a dime,
A dime that's always been beside father,
Although we're not close, I consider her as my mother,
This poem takes a lot of energy from me you know?
Yet, I still did this, I never said no,
Soft is her palm, and it makes me calm,
Please give a round of applause to my amazing stepmom.
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
