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!