My Step Daughters

I always wished to be a dad
But I never had kids
I imagined other kids to be my own
Your daughter was my step daughter I wished to have

I know you don't want to make it happen
You still wants to be a single mother
You took sacrifices to make her happy
your burdens were so high

I wished to share them with you 
You never allowed me to help you
You want to be independent
It is ok to be independent

But receive help when you deserve it
We are dependent one another
Seek help if they don't abuse you later
Leave your ego behind and be simple

I had no patients to wait
I found rag doles in a store
It seemed like they are smiling at me
It seemed like they are begging me to take them home

I remembered my visit to an adoption centre years ago
There were kids from infancy to five years old
People visit there everyday
They were barren parents

They picked the kids they like to have
Some kids were ignored by everyone
Everyday they waitied for someone
Someone will come and take me home

I need a dad and a mom 
I don't want to be an orphan
I need a family
I want to love and be loved

I didn't make a second thought
I bought two ragdoles
I took them home
They are still at my room

I called then my step daughters
They took away my loneliness
They are making my life meaningful
I hug them and kiss them everyday

I feel like a dad
When I hug them
I feel like a mom 
When I kiss them

Oh ! Wonderful  is to be a dad
Oh ! Great is to be a mom
It is wonderful and great 
To be dad and mom at the same time
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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