Stepmother Poem by Reagan A. Latumbo

You are the apple of our eyes
Like Hera in ancient time
Your stunning beauty stands out so wise
A woman, my stepmother, my partners in crime.

You are not my real mother
But you care enough for each other
You are not the one who deliver
But you were there in times I don't know how to utter.

I may have gained bruises on my skin
I may have encountered your angry side in my vein
But all those were nothing, I can feel no pain
Because inside my heart, your love I always gain.

I remember the day, you protected me
From my father who keep hurting me
You stood in front of me
And taste the fury of him who's mad at me.

I was lucky to have you
I was blessed to be with you
I was inspired because of you
That even though we are not biologically related, you love me too.

Years have passed and you changed a lot
You became more mature, more responsible to us
You didn't even forget to connect the dot
You just finished everyday your required task.

I have few memories where you hurt me from the past
But I have lots of memories where you hugged and kisses all of us
You even say you are proud because your child graduated at last
Even happier than any graduates who pass.

When my father died, you are the one who mourned so much
You cried a lot, shed tears as such
Ignored eating or taking a rest for awhile
You love my father very much fromthe tip of his hair down to his vile.

We don't know how to make you laugh
We even forgot how we stood up
What we only remember on the rest of that stuff
You are still strong until now even if life's getting tough.