Stepfather Poems - Poems about Stepfather

My daughter is an angel, For her I rarely fear, For I am always reassured by the promises I hear, That she is in God's hands, And in God she always stands, But sometimes when I doubt, And I cannot see her safe, I think to my man Moe, And I know she's good to go!!!...

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The abusive stepfather bullies his family gathers corruption political leaders to honor his behavior payoffs bribes paid for with a traumatic brain injury claim from his battered wife she cries for help hides flees an yet the abusive stepfather finds away to attack the children he lurks the school bus stop tells the children to...

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I had to learn to be still - it was a hard discipline, for me. Impatience is my curse, it’s the underbrush fuel of my anger. Unanswered wishes invited trouble and hours of internal fuss. Impatience was the sound of panic in an empty room - it was emotionally stick-fighting with the ocean in an interior arena. I’ve tamed the...

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A combined family. A tricky situation. One I have managed to avoid and gladly I have no idea how they do it. Each thinking the other one’s children are spoiled. Keeping their mouths shut or worse, taking over too soon. A tricky situation. One I have gladly avoided...

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You took her From all of us You got the blame You never understood us You ignored us She loved you She then ignored us too You created a sort of destruction In the hearts of us Indirectly You caused the creation of fear A fear of abandonment A fear of alcohol A fear of our own mother A fear for our own mother A fear of her...

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Remember those days when I was a child Always in trouble always so wild I was carefree and curious and in everyone's hair I didn't dare start any trouble cause' I knew you were there You were tough, but kind strict, yet stern You grounded me often in hope that I'd learn I was constantly talking I was constantly loud All I wanted in life was for you...

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The room filled with his beloved family Watching his life slowly slipping toward eternity Looking into those tormented eyes His girls hold each other to soften their cries Weak and confused as his memory is lost Holding the hand of each child before he crossed Loving him was easy for all of us to do His charm and his stories will...

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You are not going, to talk to your mother, like THAT! If I said, that to my mother, I would probably, get SMACKED! If you were my son, I would take you out BACK! Luckily, for both of our well being, those are not the FACTS. Why? Are you even talking to me, you aren’t even my father, nor...

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