Stepmother Poem by sharon wildey

Do my grandchildren call you Grandma
Like my children call you Mama
You who produced nothing but heartache
You who never knew me but
Made it your purpose to vilify me all these years
Like a female dog gnarling over the leftovers
In the form of my husband who never was a father
Like you were never a mother
Needing to pretend he was a prize worth winning
Needing to destroy the one person who knew he wasn’t
Needing to have pictures of children to show around the office
And having none, took mine
With your vitriolic tongue
And forked eyes
Pretender