Who Is My Real Mother? - Poem by BreOnna Schneck
My mother isn't like all mothers.
She lives in a big city while I live in the country about a half hour away.
Another mother lives with me along with my brother.
The city mother is going to college while I'm still in high school.
The living with me mother is a social worker and works at the elementary school.
The city mother is also my brother's but we have different fathers.
Results of her mistakes, we came into this world.
Each night, I would lay in bed with my brother, neglected.
A life of emptiness is what she gave us.
The other mother is married and has a four year old daughter.
She is really by aunt.
She adopted my brother and I, removing us from the dark pit.
We now live on a farm and go to school, living a life of light and joy.
Is 'mother' defined by blood?
Is it by whom you share your life with?
I have chosen one and one only.
My aunt is my real mother, no matter how I look at it.
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