Whenever I see a chicken neck,
I am reminded of my stepmother.
No, it's not what you think.
Her neck was like any other
human neck.
Allow me to explain:
She was one of the most
unselfish people I ever met.
Whenever the family
had chicken for dinner
she always pretended
she liked the neck.
That way everyone else
could fight over the thighs,
the drumsticks and the breast.
I always knew
that in her heart
she would have loved
to have some other piece instead.
I resented her at first
because I thought
'You can never replace my mother! '
but the more I knew her
the more I grew to love her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful tribute to your step mother. She was obviously a lovely lady. A lovely heartfelt poem well done