• Sierra Dougherty

NPM Day 5 StepMom

I wrote this poem for my three step children whom I love and adore. I can't imagine my life without them.

I didn't get the chance, to feel you when you were growing in a bubble,

every kick causing trouble.

To hear you, when you were small and your cry was your call.

To comfort you, the first time you fell or got your first cold.

It wasn't bad, so I'm told.

I didn't get the chance, to laugh with you the first time you rode your bike.

You're very first one was a trike.

Despite those firsts that I didn't get to see, there's one thing

I promise to always be-

I'll be a mom. You're mom. You'll see,

and I'll always love you unconditionally.


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