A Real Mom
A Real Mom
My real mom,
let us starve sometimes.
My claimed mother fed us,
when we were hungry.
My real mom,
did not care if we had shoes,
or the blues.
She did not care to hear...
about step-father lies,
as that is how she felt,
about things.
My claimed mother,
gave us blankets,
and lunch money,
bought what was needed...
when there was a miracle to be had
and we were beyond sad.
My claimed mother,
is an angel.
My real mother...
is not really a real mother.
My claimed mother...
is!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
