The battles, the anger
the hatred she shows
I still try so hard
to make sure that she knows
that she is loved
that she always has a home
no matter the trouble she's caused
or the spiteful digs that she throws
I just hopes she realizes
before it's too late
that I will always love her
I could never hate
I have been dissapointed
I have had a broken heart
But, a true mother always loves
be it her own or not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh thats real sad! ...i do know among my friends stepmothers who are gems...sad its not like that for you...great read...love...nalini